Chapter 142

Lucky that he hadn't reached Duan Yu's house.

Otherwise, would one of those hundreds of heads be his?

"Quick, return to the city." The head of the troupe, Zhang, said anxiously to the carriage driver.

The two subordinates in the carriage were puzzled.

"Head of the troupe, we..."

Before the two could finish their words, the head of the troupe, Zhang, said anxiously: "I'm not doing it anymore, I can't stay in the Wang Mansion anymore, go back and pack up, we'll leave the Wang Mansion immediately, quick!"

The voice of the head of the troupe, Zhang, even carried a tremor.

The two subordinates were even more confused.

Who didn't know that the head of the troupe, Zhang, had made up his mind to leave.

Continue in the Wang Mansion?

Are you kidding me?

If the matter had ended like this, it might have been fine.

But now...

He had already felt that this young man from the village named Duan Yu was not someone to be trifled with.

Looking at it now, the head of the troupe, Zhang, still felt chilled to the bone.

This Duan Yu brought hundreds of heads to Jinyang, clearly to show off his power.

Duan Yu probably already knew the reason for the matter and came to Jinyang to settle accounts with Wang Gai.

He was just a head of a music and dance troupe who was making a living, on one side was the Taiyuan Wang family, and on the other was this god of slaughter Duan Yu.

Which one could he afford to offend?

If things went wrong and he was implicated, in less than two days, his head would fall to the ground.

Offend the Wang family, he wouldn't live.

But offend this Duan Yu, he might be taken out by the Wang family as a scapegoat.

Either way, he wouldn't live, so when should he run if not now?

In front of the east gate of Jinyang City.

The eyes of all the people were focused on Duan Yu and his group.

Those hundreds of bloody heads were intimidating. ===== CHAPTER 144 =====