After making sure that Wang Xiaguang was alright, Luo Yuan picked up his sword and walked out of the room.
The five people that had arrived looked pretty old. The oldest one was 67 years old while the youngest was 34. Compared to normal people, the five of them looked considerably more mature. As they watched Luo Yuan come out, the men maintained their composure, although they still looked kind of uneasy.
None of them had wanted to come and face the cold-blooded killer. They had been forced to. Originally, the murder of Wang Xiaguang’s family had been approved by all parties, but now they would have to pay the price for it.
"You and Wang Hongbiao are from East Lake City, right?" one of the old men asked, trying to force a warm smile.
Luo Yuan sneered, "Cut the crap. Have you come here to die?"