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He had killed someone, in front of so many people no less.

Even Xiao Zhanwei's face slightly changed, Despite Xiao Han's special identity, such a public murder would likely cause a great deal of trouble.

With this in mind, Xiao Zhanwei was somewhat worried.

Xiao Han, on the other hand, seemed very composed. He smiled faintly, his gaze fixed on the young man, a cold light flickering in his eyes.

Seeing this, the four middle-aged men who stood behind the young man hurriedly stepped forward. They stared at Xiao Han, one of them said coldly, "Friend, as a lay disciple of Shaolin, Bai Su, I ask you to give me some face and let Yan Shao go."

"You're using Shaolin to pressure me?" Xiao Han looked at Bai Su.

Bai Su could not discern Xiao Han's level of cultivation, and he knew in his heart that the strength of the person before him was definitely above his own.

At Xiao Han's questioning, a chill went through Bai Su's heart; he knew the other party was angry.