Kill

"Take it!" The woman was covered in blood, but the gloom and tension she'd shown before had completely vanished, replaced by a wild, almost exhilarating air.

She shoved the cleaver hard into the other woman's hands. "How did he hang your dad? How did he abuse your son? How did he violate you? If you don't kill him, and he gets away, do you think he'll spare you? He'll definitely kill your whole family!"

The slightly younger woman's face was bloodless. She took the cleaver numbly, but her whole arm began to tremble. Tears welled in her eyes; she clearly couldn't bring herself to strike.

"If you won't chop him, you might as well go home and chop your son to death instead. You're all going to die sooner or later anyway. You may as well do it yourself and get it over with."

The woman in her early thirties had clearly undergone a rapid transformation after killing Fifth.

From her gaze to her tone, she exuded a chillingly deranged air.

Not only was the sobbing woman stunned; even Jiang Yue found it hard to believe.

The triangular-eyed Fourth had also lost all his earlier swagger. His eyes darted about, full of terror.

He knew the root of the problem was Jiang Yue.

"Brother, you're young, and you don't look like you're with the authorities. If you're after money or supplies, we can work something out. We've got plenty of women, too. Just say the word, brother, and we can negotiate anything. We don't have any deep grudge between us, do we?"

His tone had softened considerably. The man certainly knew how to bend with the wind.

But Jiang Yue could see that while the man's words were soft, he had other plans in mind.

If Jiang Yue believed him