I'll Make You Write "Reverence" in Blood

Creak!

Creak!

Chu Qing stepped through the snow to the River Gang crowd.

He did not say a word.

Yet every one of them instinctively moved aside, making way for him.

Chu Qing walked straight up to the mysterious dean and said, "We should keep a low profile."

"But if you do not slaughter everyone who comes looking for trouble, their Big Mouths will shout about it everywhere. How are we supposed to keep a low profile then?"

The mysterious dean rolled his eyes.

When I wanted to kill people, you told me to keep a low profile.

Now that I am keeping a low profile, you say killing them all is the only way to stay low-profile.

What kind of logic is that?

At this moment:

Chu Qing walked up to Mingyue and gently rubbed the twins' heads.

"You have been getting by in the Imperial Capital for so long. You should know that in the Tenth Ring, a few deaths do not amount to anything."

"Come, draw your blades and cut them down!"

Mingyue happily pulled out their curved blades, their cheeks flushed red.

Their large eyes stared at the River Gang members, their faces brimming with excitement.

The River Gang members' legs trembled, sweat pouring down like rain.

One expert forced a smile. "Friend, this was all a misunderstanding."

"Besides, this is the Imperial Capital. Why resort to fighting and killing?"

Chu Qing did not even spare him a glance. Instead, he said to Mingyue:

"The natives of the Imperial Capital have never been tempered by iron and blood. They do not know how to write the word 'reverence'!"

"Come, cut off their heads. Let those who remain alive dip their fingers in the blood and learn what reverence is!"

Mingyue was delighted.

The River Gang people