"Wu Yingxiong is dead, Wu Yingxiong is dead."
The people outside were just ordinary soldiers, either ruffians or street punks, all recruited by Wu Yingxiong. Upon hearing the news of Wu Yingxiong's death, they naturally felt a mix of emotions.
"Wu Yingxiong is dead, hurry to the treasury, rob the money."
"Don't anybody rob, we should share it."
"Share my ass, the money's mine."
Many followed Wu Yingxiong for the money; as a tycoon and local emperor, his dark businesses spread across the country, which naturally meant a lot of money, enough to buy weapons and even think about ambushing the old Maozi.
Without a doubt, that money was certainly in this base, possibly even in a nearby cave.
The entire cave was in chaos in an instant, the whole cavern boiled over, the noise pierced the heavens.
Ling Zhenfei looked at the cultivators in the room, unsure of what they intended to do.
