Looking at the chaos ahead, Hill sneered, "An Pengfei, come here."
Hill's voice carried the power of purification, and An Pengfei, whose mind had been clouded by the aura of bloodshed, suddenly regained clarity. Realizing he stood in the Blood Pool fighting with his subordinates, he swiftly turned and rushed toward Hill.
Most of the guards in the Blood Pool were already numb, mechanically following An Pengfei back.
Instead, a few who were shirking their duties, standing in the corner, reacted a bit slower.
An Pengfei, standing by Hill's side, naturally noticed. If he hadn't been confused, how could he miss such an obvious betrayal?
His expression suddenly darkened.
It seemed that An Minyi was indeed his confidant, otherwise, Eldest Young Master An, accustomed to the internal struggles within the Noble Clans, wouldn't reveal such a blatant expression.
