"Mr. Lang, don't be impulsive. The one who adapts to the times is the wise man. You must think it through." Mangshan revealed a cold smile, the look of pride was self-evident.
Mr. Lang curled up on the ground, in great pain.
"Kill me, just kill me! As long as I die, all of you will accompany me in death!" Mr. Lang shouted madly, pushed to the edge of desperation.
"Alright, you can die now!"
A faint voice sounded.
Suddenly, Mr. Lang's eyes widened, his body went rigid, and he lost his vitality.
"Who? Who killed Mr. Lang? Are you crazy? Once Mr. Lang is dead, the mercenary army will come charging in, and we'll all be dead!"
Mangshan was dumbfounded, and suddenly shouted angrily.
He didn't intend to kill Mr. Lang; only with Mr. Lang alive could he safely control the Hong Clan.
"It was me!"
Suddenly, everyone turned around, only to see a spirited elder stepping into the conference room.
Behind him were two young men.
"Luo... Luo Jiuya!"
Someone cried out in surprise.
