Xin Shiping forced himself to take the initiative and, with the assistance of a middle-aged man, began to deal with the aftermath.

The so-called aftermath is actually to register the dead, visit the wounded, take stock of property losses, and respond to police inquiries.

As the aftermath continued, the bodies that died tragically and seriously injured members made Xin Shiping shocked and his expression became more and more depressed.

But after all, he is the master of martial arts at the peak of Huajin, and his psychological quality is far beyond that of ordinary people. No matter how painful he is in his heart, he can at least maintain a certain degree of peace.

Of course, calmness is just the surface. In Xin Shiping's heart, hatred and anger spread like wildfire.

When all the dead and wounded were carried away and there was no one around, Xin Shiping could no longer bear it and punched the wall next to him.

"Bang!"

A big hole was smashed into the hard wall by Xin Shiping, and gravel splashed everywhere.

"hateful!"

Xin Shiping gritted his teeth, his eyebrows pounded, his old face sometimes turned pale and sometimes turned ashen, and his body surface qi was as undulating as a roller coaster.

He was already very injured, but now he was emotionally irritated, causing his injuries to become more serious unknowingly.

"puff!"

Xin Shiping suddenly opened his mouth and squirted out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man following behind quickly speeded up, held Xin Shiping's arm, and asked worriedly: "Master, are you okay?"

It's strange that after spitting out the blood, Xin Shiping felt much more comfortable.

"I'm fine."

Xin Shiping waved his hand and said, "Don't make a fuss. Compared with the dead brothers, what's the point of vomiting some blood?"

"You are our backbone now, so you must take care of yourself. If you fall down, who will lead us?" the middle-aged man said seriously.

"Don't worry, I won't fall."

Xin Shiping patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder: "Tianqing, how many years have you been with me?"

The middle-aged man named Tianqing lowered his head, and for some reason, his voice was a little dull: "It has been twenty years since I worship you as my teacher."

"Twenty years, it's really a blink of an eye."

Perhaps because of the injury, Xin Shiping became sentimental and sighed: "In the past twenty years, I have been wronged. As a senior brother, I have suffered the most and received the least benefits. You won't blame me, right?"

"You are my master, you will be my teacher for one day and your father for life. How dare I blame you?"

The middle-aged man still lowered his head and looked very humble.

"Your junior brother Song Xiao is the latest to enter the school and has the highest talent. He is very likely to enter the Dan Jin in the future, so I put most of my energy on him and accidentally neglect you."

Xin Shiping said kindly: "When I avenge my brothers, I will take the initiative to apply for retirement and let you take over my position. You must do your best then."

"Please rest assured, I will not let you down!"

The middle-aged man's tone was a little weird. He suddenly looked up and looked behind Xin Shiping, and his eyes suddenly widened: "Master, there is a brother over there who is still alive!"

"real?"

Xin Shiping was overjoyed and turned his head and looked behind him without any precaution.

The next moment, the middle-aged man suddenly changed his face, drooped his shoulders and elbows, and punched him as fast as lightning!

"Bang!"

The blue-black fist hit Xin Shiping's chest firmly.

Xin Shiping was like a kite with a broken string. He was punched by a middle-aged man and rolled endlessly, knocking out a large human-shaped hole in the wall more than ten meters away.

"Crazy!"

A large number of cement bricks collapsed, burying Xin Shiping inside.

The middle-aged man's breathing was surging, his eyes were cold, and he slowly walked towards the place where Xin Shiping fell.

Xin Shiping lay in the ruins, his eyes wide open and his expression was confused. He never expected that the middle-aged man would betray him, let alone that he would attack him.

A large stream of blood flowed out of Xin Shiping's mouth, and in a blink of an eye, dyed a large piece of the ground beneath him red, mixed with several internal organ fragments.

The middle-aged man walked to Xin Shiping's feet and looked down at the latter, which was completely different from his previous respect and humility.

"Why?"

Xin Shiping's lips twitched, and his voice was like a mosquito: "Why?"

"Master, do you know how long have I waited for this day?"

The middle-aged man squatted down, looked at Xin Shiping's gradually fading face carefully, and smiled and said, "I hate you, I hate my junior brother, I hate everyone. Only when you all die will I be happy."

Xin Shiping's voice became lower and lower: "I treat you well."

"Treat me well? Haha, what have I gained when I served you for twenty years? If it weren't for what happened today, I'm afraid you would have ignored me?"

The middle-aged man seemed to have been holding back a lot of words and couldn't speak up: "You only have junior brothers in your eyes, only the so-called brothers of the Wumeng, but what about me? I am the one who has followed you for the longest time!"

Speaking of this, he was silent for a moment and emphasized, "Master, you are so biased!"

After listening to the middle-aged man's confession, the shock in Xin Shiping's eyes was gradually replaced by sadness.

“Sorry”

Xin Shiping squeezed out the last trace of strength in his body and grabbed the middle-aged man's ankle: "Tianqing, you still have time to turn back now."

"It's too late."

The middle-aged man shook his head slowly and resolutely and repeated: "It's too late."

After saying that, he ruthlessly broke Xin Shiping's fingers one by one: "Master, don't worry, go away. I will send my junior brother down to accompany you soon."

Xin Shiping opened his mouth and wanted to say something else, but before he could speak, his consciousness was swallowed up by endless darkness.

The middle-aged man stood beside Xin Shiping's body, looked up at the sky, and two lines of tears slid down his cheeks, and tears were flowing all over his face in just a few seconds.

"Master, you can't blame me. Who told you to force me?"

The middle-aged man murmured to himself, with a strange smile on his lips: "It's all you forced me, so go and die!"

"Swish!"

His body shook slightly, and turned into a shadow and disappeared from the spot.

After a few minutes.

Several members of the Wu League who were looking for Xin Shiping to report to work found the other party's body between the collapsed bricks and stones.

"Master!"

"The Lord is dead!"

The sad shouts instantly alarmed everyone who was still alive in the Beigang City League.

They gathered from all directions and surrounded Xin Shiping's body, with disbelief on their faces, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

"Who killed the master? Who is it?"

A strong man with a strong body and bandaged chest looked around with his eyes full of sadness and cruelty: "The Lord of the Ministry was obviously with Cha Tianqing before, but where is Cha Tianqing? Where is Cha Tianqing?"

The strong man yelled loudly, trembling everyone's eardrums, but no one could answer his question.
Chapter completed!