More Terrifying Than Words

"Thirteen from the Strength Gang, two short."

"Eighteen from the Blue Gang, one short."

"Twenty-two from the Axe Gang. Headcount correct..."

The Ninth District continued registering them.

Very quickly, it was the Luo Gang's turn.

"Where's Little Seven?" The Luo Gang leader looked at Bearded Uncle, doubt in his eyes.

Bearded Uncle shook his head. "He disappeared after the earlier disturbance."

"Did he run away?" The Luo Gang leader shook his head. He was just a teenager; he had most likely been frightened by what happened earlier and fled on instinct.

Although Dark Street had become somewhat delicate and unsafe now.

The people above had always only wanted to find that Tyrant Highness and covet what he held.

Making such a fuss now was more likely meant to force that person out. So long as they did not resist, they would actually be much safer.

"Luo Gang, fourteen people, one short."

A Mana Realm cultivator walked over. "Where is the missing person?"

The Luo Gang leader shook his head.

"Do you have anything that belonged to him?"

Everyone froze for a moment. The Luo Gang leader quickly nodded, then gestured for Bearded Uncle to bring over the blanket Li Su had slept under with them.

It was not just the Luo Gang. Every gang missing people was told to produce all belongings of the missing individuals.

Before long, a huge pile had been placed in the street.

Under everyone's puzzled gazes, one black chest after another was carried out.

Those were the things they had carried inside earlier—deadly heavy, and no one knew what they contained. Every single one weighed over three thousand jin, their shells seemingly forged from solid iron.

Very soon, a person walked out.

He looked strange. His face was bluish, his pupils green, and he did