Memorial Visit
When Hu Qiang made his move just now, all his men had already fallen.
The corpses had all been dragged out.
Shen Wuxiao walked forward with a grin.
He raised a hand to stroke his chin, looking at Hu Qiang on the ground. "Bruce, good job, Bruce. No, no—you don't deserve that name!"
Shen Wuxiao's men came over as well.
They brought iron hooks.
They pinned the limbless Hu Qiang to the ground and brutally drove the hooks through his collarbones!
"Aah!!!"
Hu Qiang struggled frantically, yet he was pinned down as tightly as a pig being slaughtered for New Year.
All his teeth were knocked out on the spot, and his cultivation was crippled.
It was to prevent him from getting a chance to kill himself.
When they hoisted the chains, Hu Qiang was lifted into the air.
When he landed, his knees and elbows hit the floor first.
Ruan Zhou was dragged over as well.
The two exchanged a pained glance.
They seemed never to have imagined that things would develop into this in such a short time.
The other elders and hall masters remained unmoved. Fine words could not persuade a ghost bent on dying.
They deserved it.
Which one among those present had not crawled out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood?
None of them would be moved or feel pity over such a thing!
Shen Wuxiao happily looked at the two of them, seemingly deep in thought.
"From now on, you two need to get along nicely. But I'll only have someone feed you one meal of shit a day."
"You can't fight over a meal of shit. No guarding your food."
"If you're truly starving, produce and sell it yourselves."
Hu Qiang wanted to die now.
"Kill me! Kill me!"