"This is Young Master Yang Jin," someone said.
The grand banquet hall was plunged into a dead silence. The guests, already steeped in horror, stood petrified, their eyes wide and their mouths agape.
Qin Lie shot to his feet while a panicked Qin Zhuo scrambled forward to check on the body.
Qin Zhuo reported in a horrified voice, "It's... It's Yang Jin, no doubt about it."
"Quick! Get him downstairs for medical treatment!" Qin Lie roared anxiously, his face twisting in alarm.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
Several members of the Qin Family immediately rushed over.
"It's no use," Qin Zhuo said, shaking his head. His eyes were filled with a mixture of terror and fury. "Young Master Yang Jin... is already dead."
Qin Lie: "..."
The crowd: "..."
Dead?
