This is it!
Following the navigation, the three arrived in front of a high-rise apartment building.
Seeing the aged, somewhat rundown apartment building before them, Scarface frowned deeply.
"This is where Undertaker lives? He saved all of Tai City and resolved an A+ crisis, yet the Tai City Spirit Association didn't even give him a villa? At the very least, he should have a spacious luxury apartment, right? I wouldn't even want to live in this dump."
"Exactly. At the very least, he should get to pick anywhere in the city center. The Tai City Spirit Association is seriously stingy!"
The bald man beside them looked speechless. "That's enough. You two are actually standing up for him now? Didn't we come to teach Undertaker a lesson for not being worthy of his position? Stop wasting time."
At those words, the two looked embarrassed and quickly adjusted their expressions.
In an instant, Scarface's gaze turned sinister, the sharp blade in his hand gleaming with a cold light.
The man beside him pulled his baseball cap lower, exposing his bulging muscular arms. The Raksha Tattoo on one arm was vividly bright, as though his skin had been dyed red with blood, radiating an oppressive presence.
The bald man weighed a special iron baseball bat in his hand. It was covered in bloodstains from different periods, now dried into a black crust, giving off an indescribably chilling and terrifying aura.
The three strode toward the apartment building with murderous intent. Their figures looked terrifying in the sunlight, like gangsters heading out to settle a score—the sort who would smash someone with a hammer and use their heads as stools. Passersby automatically kept more than ten meters away, not daring to spare them a second glance.
The security guard at the entrance swallowed, wanting