Outside Dongwu City, about four or five kilometers away, two groups of people were locked in a fierce battle.
"You goddamn traitors! How dare you plunder the gang's treasury during this crisis! Go die!" A stout, weasel-faced man and his underlings had surrounded a small group and were closing in for the kill.
After a brutal fight, only one person from the surrounded group was left alive. All the others had been hacked to death.
"Old Liu... For the sake of our many years of friendship, please, spare me!" The last surviving traitor pleaded with the stout, weasel-faced leader, looking at the murderous expressions on the faces of his former comrades surrounding him.
"Old Li, since you chose to betray the gang, you should have expected this outcome.
Old Chen and Old Wang have already gone on ahead. You might as well join them!"
Before his voice had even faded, a point of purple light suddenly flared at the fingertips of the stout, weasel-faced man known as Old Liu.
