Li Xiangyang and Da Zhuang felt a bitter taste in their hearts, Song Renchuan's aptitude for martial arts was indeed not bad, and Xu Hao might consider sheltering him.
But such a man had ill intentions, and if he came to power again…
They dared not think further.
"Do you deserve it?"
Xu Hao scoffed coldly, "Just because others work harder and surpass you, you don't think about how to work hard and surpass them yourself. Instead, you harbor resentment, unable to let it go for years, and even engage in frenzied retaliation once you gain power. Such a person, do you deserve good resources? You don't deserve it at all!"
"Pfft!"
Xu Hao suddenly flicked his hand, and the leaf, as if possessing a spirit of its own, pierced directly into Song Renchuan's throat, blood gushing out like a flood. Song Renchuan slowly fell to the ground, dead with his eyes wide open!
Xu Hao stood with his hands behind his back, feeling not the slightest guilt in his heart.