Old Man, This Isn't My Fault, Right?

Old Man, this isn't my fault, right? No matter what it was, people did things with a purpose.

Whatever your purpose was—being happy, having fun—those all counted as purposes.

But setting off explosions like this in the middle of the street, and these people from the Chaos Church just showing up so openly on the street...

It was fucking absurd.

"I mean, sure, foreign countries don't really have the concept of cults, but can't they rein it in a little? At least pretend to hide it." Curiosity flickered in Su Ye's eyes as he looked out at the street.

At those figures carving formation patterns with human blood.

It looked like they were preparing to sacrifice something in blood.

"Where are French Chicken's law enforcers? Where the hell are they? Come save someone." As Su Ye watched the black-robed figures begin carving the formation patterns...

The remaining black-robed figures began providing the full one-stop service of harvesting and bloodletting.

"Is seriously no one going to do anything? Or did something happen to French Chicken's law enforcement bureau too?" Doubt flickered in Su Ye's eyes.

As for taking action?

Why would someone from The Empire step in? This was French Chicken's internal affair. French Chicken itself had not even spoken up, so how was he supposed to intervene?

What Su Ye did not know was...

Inside the law enforcement bureau on the next block, blood had already flowed like a river.

A white man wreathed in an endless reek of blood had utter madness in his eyes.

"These N-words should have died long ago. It's because of trash like you that the great French Chicken became what it is today. It's time to settle all of this." The white man looked down at a fat middle-aged man beneath his feet.

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