"Someone's dead! More people are dead!"
When the patrolling gang members saw the three bodies lying in pools of blood, terror nearly scattered their souls. Their panicked cries pierced the night sky and spread in every direction.
They gripped their weapons tightly and scanned their surroundings while shouting desperately toward the main hall, hoping to summon more men and the gang's experts.
Elsewhere, Yang Jing was patrolling the lanes at the center of the stronghold, his brows slightly furrowed.
The killer was so brazen that, unless they eliminated him soon, everyone in the River Gang would eventually be slaughtered. Then Yang Jing himself would be in danger.
As he considered his options, a burst of noisy shouting suddenly reached him from the direction of that secluded corner.
"There!"
Yang Jing's gaze sharpened. He shot forward like an arrow loosed from its bow, driving Surging Wave Leg to its limits. A fierce wind swirled beneath his feet, and within a few bounds, he cleared rows of buildings and raced toward the scene.
His speed far surpassed that of ordinary men, bringing him there several breaths ahead of Li Tieyun and the Third Elder of the Jiang Family.
Seeing Yang Jing arrive, the gathered gang members hastily cleared a path, their faces filled with urgency and hope.
Yang Jing swept his gaze over the three bodies. They had died exactly like the earlier victims, each killed with a single strike. Clearly, the killer had acted with extreme speed.
Without wasting a moment, he took the small wooden box Zhou Zhong had given him from his robes. They had agreed before setting out that, if anything happened, he would take the Strange Insect and begin the pursuit first.
He opened the box. The drab gray insect inside had been motionless, but upon sensing