Then I... must avenge the leader!
No matter you or anyone else who helped you must die.
The Freedom Union was not a small tribe but a huge city. The headquarters of The Freedom Union was located in the central and busiest part of the city. At this moment, receiving the message from Lang Xinyue, all members of the Freedom Union rushed from all directions and gathered in the square at the gate of the Freedom Union.
"Miss Lang, why did you call us here in such a rush?" an old man in the crowd asked with doubt.
Lang Xinyue looked at the people below, and her eyes were full of grief, "I'm here to inform you that---Leader... has died."
What?
Leader was dead?
Everyone widened their eyes with shock, and some old people were trembling. The former leader just died a few years ago, and now the current leader was also dead?
Was... the Freedom Union cursed?
