Between the narrow alleys, there was a silent stillness.
Yet it was not for lack of people, but because those present chose not to speak.
Zuo Qiuyang lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to rise even momentarily.
The Black-clothed Man stood quietly there, his eyes seemingly oblivious to Zuo Qiuyang's existence, simply gazing silently at Su Mo.
Su Mo smiled broadly, also silently watching the Black-clothed Man.
Finally, the silence was broken.
"Why are you here?"
The Black-clothed Man did not deny Su Mo's words, but instead posed a question: "Shouldn't you believe that he is already dead?"
"People like Alliance Leader Zuo cannot die so casually."
Su Mo shook his head slightly: "In his own house, he pulled such stunts. At first, I thought he truly had another way out.
"But unexpectedly, upon our next meeting, he had already become a corpse.
"At first, I really thought that the Mystical display was just so he could die somewhat gracefully.