"Snap!"
Eventually, it turned into a pool of meat paste stuck to the eaves of the door.
"Drip... drip..."
Blood mixed with some flesh sauce dripped, landing on Shen Huaiyang's head and shoulders.
He lowered his hands, took a few steps down the stairs to avoid the filth above, then raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face with his sleeve, his chest gently rising and falling as he panted.
Fat stared wide-eyed, beginning to retreat.
The remaining three followers saw this, and they all looked astonished, instinctively wanting to retreat, but upon seeing Fat's figure, they stepped forward one by one, blocking in front of Fat.
The three members of the Zhen Family also looked surprised.
With a casual motion, killing someone in such a brutal manner instantly, this scene indeed had a huge impact.
Shen Huaiyang's pace didn't stop; after reaching the bottom of the stairs, he continued forward.
