487 Massacre in All Directions (Part 2)

The youth's right hand, fair and slender, was holding a person, precisely the other black-clad expert who had been captured into the wine cellar earlier; he was already breathless, tossed casually by the youth into the snowfield of the courtyard like a sack.

Though the youth's throw was not forceful, it made everyone feel an aura of wantonness, disdain, arrogance, and insolence.

No one knew how the youth had managed to do it. Just moments before, their attention had been on the first black-clad expert, watching him crush Gu Chengfeng's skull underfoot, a scene bloody and brutal yet thrilling to the blood.

When the second black-clad expert went to search the wine cellar, the crowd only heard a scream. They didn't even suspect that the shriek came from their own expert; they thought their man had swiftly captured an assassin's accomplice inside, and that the yell was from the captured accomplice.