At that moment, Ye Fengsheng disappeared from the second floor of Jiyin Tea House. The last thing that caught his attention was the terrified faces of the eight social thugs using their power for business.
"If you knew today, why did you start then?"
In my heart, Ye Fengsheng had no extra feelings for these people. He often forced disasters upon them, leaving them destroyed and divided. When faced with such life-and-death situations, he knew what fear was. Just like these people, he sympathized with them, just like an accomplice.
A thunderbolt on a clear blue sky naturally drew the attention of most people in Jianghai City. No matter who they were, none could mistake the silver streak that pierced the sky for an illusion. Even if today's sunshine remained dazzling, it couldn't make people forget the flash just now.
Passersby stopped and looked up at the blackened building burned by lightning. After a moment of dizziness, they all instinctively waved their fists.
