Dragon Gate Boat Gathering Hall.
The 'righteous gathering' the hall was named for was now steeped in bitter irony.
Deng Guangxin sat upon the Gang Leader's Jiaotou Chair, his body shrouded in a faint black aura. His indifferent eyes radiated a domineering presence, surveying everything with contempt.
Not far away, Xiang Kang was laughing and chatting with his Maid.
Everyone in the Black Flood Dragon Gang knew that Vice Gang Leader Xiang Kang had a preference for exceptionally voluptuous women.
But this particular woman wasn't so voluptuous as to be considered unusual, which didn't quite match Xiang Kang's typical preferences.
"AHHHH..."
A sudden, blood-curdling scream in the Gathering Hall heralded the end of someone's life.
Before long, the screams faded. The whites of his eyes showing, Song Sixing collapsed heavily to the ground.
Bian Yixia retracted her hand, her surging Inner Qi churning like a roiling tide.
