The sound of hooves rang out outside the restaurant; having heard that the battle here was over, Su Hongtao rode over in haste.
He dismounted quickly, tossed the reins to the constables, and strode inside.
The killing intent had dissipated, but Su Hongtao bowed his head, seeming to still hear the relentless wails, screams, and cries of pain from the sprawled corpses with open mouths...
Su Hongtao turned his head and asked, "Are they all dead?"
The armored soldier clasped his fist, his voice as cold as iron, "Report to Anshan Gong, White Lotus Rebels resisted to the death and did not surrender; they are all dead, none survived."
Su Hongtao paused for a moment before calmly withdrawing his gaze, stepping through the dry, fetid blood, heading towards the second floor, turning the entrance hall, and pushing the door open to see racks of bloodstained weapons, a table covered with severed limbs and maps, and four or five dead bodies.
