Ideas

Ideas

Duan Sheng trembled, blood gushing from his mouth.

His throat let out a few labored coughs.

With his last breath remaining, Xu Teng smashed a fist into his head.

"Smack!"

His skull burst apart, and the scene fell silent.

Only Zhao Zhong, half-dead, continued groaning on the ground.

No one paid him any attention.

Shen Wuxiao walked out and, as he passed Zhao Zhong, stepped down on Zhao Zhong's head.

"Alright, it's over. Loot whatever can be looted—first come, first served!"

Shen Wuxiao waved his hand, and everyone sprang into action.

They were remarkably in sync; when they headed out, every one of them stepped over Zhao Zhong's body.

The repeated trampling drove Zhao Zhong, already frail with age, to the brink of death.

As the former head of the Zhao Family, he never would have imagined that he would be trampled to death.

Some even stepped right onto his balls, crushing them outright.

He still had the strength to scream, only for someone to stomp on his mouth, knocking out his teeth as well.

In the end, he closed his eyes in unwillingness, his heart overflowing with regret.

Shen Wuxiao, his women, and his subordinates headed into the main hall.

The others began a thorough sweep.

Xu Teng stood at the center of the hall as everyone watched him.

Crimson Eye was the first to approach, grinning. "Brother Teng, well, about that card game where we cheated before—it was Fourth Brother who took the lead. You can't come after me!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go spouting nonsense!"

Iron Hand stepped up with a smile. "Brother Teng, breaking that set of silver needles of yours before was a misunderstanding. I bought you a new set; it'll be here soon."

Xu Teng chuckled. "We'll settle those scores when we get