Thunderclap Mountain Range, Blood Owl Gang.
"Dissenters shall be killed without mercy?"
A wild man sat in fury upon a great blood-red chair.
"What nerve!" He slammed a palm against the great chair, sending a tremor through the surroundings.
The wild man wore leather armor, exposing a pair of incomparably muscular arms. A savage Blood Owl emblem was branded firmly onto his arms like an iron mark.
"Please calm your anger, Gang Leader. That Reckless Saber is an ignorant brat who knows not the immensity of heaven and earth. Why should you take a mere child's words to heart?" Rugged Beard at one side spoke to console him. The man stood nine chi tall; though he was seated in a great chair, from afar he looked like an iron tower.
"Gang Leader, let me go. I'll pluck off Reckless Saber's head and bring it back for you to serve wine in."
The speaker sat on the other side, with a vicious face and savage eyes, like a soul-devouring fiend.
A ring of beast bones encircled his hand, set with several sharp beast fangs that gleamed with a chilling light.
Listening to the two men, the wild man's fury gradually subsided.
"Go ask the other factions what they mean by this! The great tide of Thunderclap shall be decided by our five factions!"
"Yes, Gang Leader!"
Below, an enraged Blood Owl Gang man thumped his chest in salute.
But he had only gone halfway when the Gang Leader stopped him.
"Bring that man's head with you, and tell them the Blood Owl Gang's stance!"
"Yes." The furious man roared loudly, his voice like pealing thunder.
"Hahaha, fine lad!" The wild man laughed heartily, lifted a jar of wine from beside him one-handed, and drank deeply.
Wine spilled down, making the vicious