Just as William was killed by Lin Fan,
William's group of companions, thinking nobody noticed, quietly made their way towards the exit of the hotel.
Just as this group reached the exit of the banquet, Lin Fan's voice faintly drifted over.
"Did I say you could leave?"
William's companions froze, all maintaining the action of lifting their foot, stopped in their tracks.
Everyone's foot hung in the air, stopping halfway, but that step, no matter what, dared not to fall!
Everyone felt, that if this step were to fall, or if anyone moved forward even one step more,
Lin Fan would kill again!
"Mr. Lin, since William has been killed by you, there's no use for us staying here, so we will take our leave first!"
A middle-aged Caucasian man turned around, looking at Lin Fan with immense fear, he said stiffly.
"This William, he was just a scapegoat, wasn't he? The true representative of the Sivelle Consortium is probably you, right?"
