Silence.
The hall was deathly still.
The Black Tiger Sect enforcers stood frozen, their faces twisted in shock, their bodies trembling. What had just happened was beyond their wildest imagining. He had actually done it. He'd killed Wyatt Zane outright.
This meant the Zane Family would hunt this man to the ends of the earth.
Yet Cliff remained impassive, as though he'd done nothing more than crush an insignificant insect. He cast a disinterested glance at Wyatt Zane's lifeless body, eyes still wide open in death, and gave no sign that the prospect of Zane retaliation concerned him in the slightest.
"Sir!" A muscular man wearing a floral tie dropped to his knees, his face taut with fear. "Today, we saw nothing. None of us saw a thing."
"Oh?" Cliff's gaze swept over him, noting the bulk
