This guy probably saw himself as an ally of justice.
Zhao Bai had nothing to say to people like that. Nothing he said would make any difference.
The light of righteousness shone upon the earth...
Cup Snake recorded it thus: when Zhao Bai's group chose to become spectators, the outcome had already been decided.
At dawn, just as Chamberlain stepped into the back seat of his car, a honking vehicle slowly approached. The guards immediately drew their guns, while Chamberlain nimbly slipped into the sports car. The driver floored the accelerator and sped onto the road.
Boom!
A fuel tanker that had been lying in wait came crashing into them.
The windows shattered and the car crumpled. Chamberlain's thigh snapped completely, bent like a cane, but he endured the pain and looked up. An unfamiliar young man sat in the driver's seat, his face filled with the thrill of revenge.
He understood somewhat.
"An assassination in the morning, a memorial service before noon, taking power at midday, then launching another assassination the next morning."
"You're really something, Qing Ye."
The young man who had been incited into coming seemed dissatisfied. As the tanker shoved the car through an entire wall, he ignited something else. The whole tanker exploded with a deafening roar, metal shards flying everywhere as the scene turned into a sea of flames.
Chamberlain only felt heat.
He truly was old, unable to keep up with the young people's fast pace. Seventeen seconds after his death, the news had spread throughout Blue Square, and a long-prepared full-scale offensive immediately began.
On the top floor of the hotel, five people lay sprawled across the balcony, watching.
"Why is this guy moving so fast? He's launching the final offensive today? Is he really treating a gang war like a