"Someone's been killed! Someone else has been killed!"
Seeing the three bodies lying in pools of blood on the ground, the patrolling gang members were scared out of their wits. Their panicked shouts pierced the night sky, spreading in all directions.
They clutched their weapons, warily scanning their surroundings as they desperately shouted toward the main hall, hoping to attract more men and the gang's experts.
Elsewhere, Yang Jing patrolled the alleyways in the center of the large fortress, his brow slightly furrowed.
'This killer is so brazen,' he thought. 'If we don't eliminate him soon, the entire River Gang will be slaughtered. And then I'll be the one in danger.'
Just as he was contemplating a countermeasure, he suddenly heard a clamor of shouts from a distance—coming from the direction of that remote corner.
'He's here!'
