Hou Dazhu said with perfect composure:
"The Heavenly Tiger Gang works for the palace!"
Investigator Qi suddenly remembered something. His face turned green, then white, and he retreated in humiliation.
Only then did Hou Dazhu leisurely straighten his collar and look at Yang Ling with a faint, mocking smile:
"Yang..."
"Take him away and beat him first. I want him rare."
Yang Ling spoke casually.
Zhang Shendao stepped forward and seized Hou Dazhu, cutting off everything he had been about to say:
"Brother Yang, what does 'rare' mean?"
"It should mean bloody."
Lin Caiyi said.
Understanding dawned on Zhang Shendao, and he hurried away with Hou Dazhu.
A quarter of an hour later, Hou Dazhu was carried back, drenched in blood.
The two Players let go, and he collapsed on the ground, barely breathing. Clearly, he could no longer speak.
The three Eighth Grade experts from the Heavenly Tiger Gang swallowed instinctively. When they looked at Yang Ling again, their eyes were filled with terror.
Investigator Qi felt both gratified and alarmed.
Hou Dazhu had already made the Heavenly Tiger Gang's backing clear, yet this man still showed no mercy?
"You three, tell me which big shot in the palace ordered the Heavenly Tiger Gang to have you bring Qi Meng here to frame the Green Gang."
Yang Ling spoke indifferently.
The three Heavenly Tiger Gang experts exchanged glances and remained silent.
Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside.
The gates opened, and Zhao Xun and Qin Mo walked in with a large group of Iron Garments.
Outside, over a hundred more Iron Garments spread out and secured the entire courtyard.
"Why are there so many Iron Garments here?"
"Did the Green Gang get into trouble? If the Iron Garment Division has mobilized this many people, it must be serious!"
"That