When Samuel stabilized his body, there were piles of corpses in the mansion!
The old man in plain clothes looked at the situation in front of him with great fear. A good mansion had become a real purgatory in an instant.
Corpses were like mountains, blood was like rivers, and there were mourning everywhere!
"Who... who the hell are you? Why did you massacre Zhang's Mansion?"
"The Mysterious Man!" Samuel said quietly.
"The Mysterious Man? You're still keeping us guessing at this time?" The old man shouted slightly, but the next second, he suddenly froze on the spot. "Wait, you mean, you are... you are the Mysterious Man with a mask from Jade Palace yesterday who claimed to be a the Mysterious Man?"
Samuel smiled slightly.
The face of the old man in plain clothes suddenly turned completely pale. The masked man, who had killed so many people, actually... actually came to Zhang's Mansion?
"Hurry up... hurry up and inform the old master!" The old man in plain clothes shouted at a soldier who was still alive.
"Yes!"
After receiving the order, the soldier glanced at Samuel timidly and then ran to the front hall as if he was escaping.
In the front hall, Mr. Zhang had just put on his pajamas under the service of the maid. Two minutes ago, he suddenly heard the noise in the backyard, as if someone had come to check it out. Then, he slowly got up and changed his clothes.
Just as he was about to take a look, the door suddenly broke open. A soldier covered in blood rushed in and said, "Master, bad... bad, bad news."
The soldier was full of blood, which made the maid so frightened that her face turned pale. Master Zhang was immediately dissatisfied and shouted angrily, "What are you panicking about?"
"Master, someone... someone is coming in. You..." The soldier gasped. After getting the order from the butler, he rushed over desperately. He was too tired to breathe.
"I know that someone went to Zhang's Mansion to make trouble. The soldiers in the back hall are guarding there! Why are you so frightened?" Mr. Zhang said. There were 800 soldiers in the backyard, and no one could easily break in.
"Dead... dead." The soldier panted.
"Dead? Then let the front hall support them." Mr. Zhang continued. There were 1,600 soldiers in the front hall, and they were elites.
"They are also dead..." The soldier was so anxious that he was about to cry.
"What!" Mr. Zhang was stunned!
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