391 Bad News, Ye Siming Has Come

Ye Siming's expression was cold as he went forward to check if the assassin was still alive.

"You lived a cowardly life, but you died a straightforward death." He sneered.

He turned around and went out. The constables who had been chasing after the figure earlier returned in a hurry.

"Marquis, that person's qinggong was extremely fast and he escaped. These subordinates only discovered this!"

A broken arrow was presented to Ye Siming with both hands.

He lowered his eyes and picked it up with his slender and fair fingertips, his gaze arrogant.

Ye Siming narrowed his narrow eyes and brought the arrow to the tip of his nose to smell it.

Then, he threw the broken arrow to the ground.

The constable was surprised. "Marquis, this is evidence. You don't want it anymore?"

Ye Siming looked at him coldly. The constable felt his gaze and immediately felt that he had said too much.