Lin Shuang spoke, raising the string of blood-soaked heads in his hand!
"27 heads! 27 gangs! Your leaders are dead! From tonight onward, An Shuyue is your boss!" Lin Shuang shouted!
His voice echoed across the square!
Every member of the underworld present was pale with terror, stricken by sheer fear!
27 bloodied severed heads dangled from his hand.
The sight was overwhelming, a chillingly visceral impact!
But the scene remained eerily silent.
For so many of them to submit... to a woman... they simply couldn't accept it.
Amid the crowd, a member of the underworld raised his hand trembling, asking, "Can I... can I choose to leave? I don't want to be in the underworld anymore..."
"Splurt!" Before the man's words were finished, a cold gleam had already severed his raised hand.
"Aahhh!" The man clutched his chopped-off hand, wailing in agonizing pain!
In the void, the cold gleam traced an arc before returning to Lin Shuang's hand.
Night prevailed; a light drizzle still fell.
