Andrew shouted angrily, "That's not what I'm asking, I'm asking about Owen. Was he killed by someone you sent?"
"Owen?" Babua seemed a little more awake, he instinctively shook his head and said, "How could Owen be killed by me... Owen... What, you say Owen is dead?"
"Nonsense, and he was murdered, shot in the head!" Andrew said.
"Impossible, Owen was very skilled, even the strongest among my disciples. How did he die?" Babua's eyes showed a hint of panic as he repeatedly asked.
"Babua!" Mus, who had been silent in the back, walked over, his eyes sharply fixed on Babua, and said, "We've known each other for many years. I advise you to honestly admit it, stop creating bloodshed!"
"Me, creating bloodshed?" Babua pushed Andrew away with his hand, shouting, "Me, creating bloodshed? My disciple was killed, and you're asking me not to create bloodshed? Mus, Andrew, can you see? If you can, open your eyes wide and see clearly, it's my people who were killed..."
