"Old man, you'd be better off staying out of young people's business." Gao Ming shrugged it off. "We're just following orders."
"If you won't talk, I'll have no choice but to report everything to the Mercy Councilor." Ci Xiang walked toward Gao Ming, each step radiating pressure. He finally stopped right in front of him. A little taller than Li Sansi, he lowered his head slightly and spoke slowly into Gao Ming's ear. "Do you know how many people will die if the Forbidden Zones spiral out of control? This city will be buried in a sea of corpses!"
"Sounds like you know perfectly well what we did." Gao Ming didn't back down an inch. "Then think a little harder. Whose orders are we carrying out?"
"You're the one manipulating the councilor!"
"Then kill me." Gao Ming walked past Bishop Ci Xiang. He had just learned another crucial piece of information: every senior member of the Mercy Society seemed to have a "mercy vessel," which would shatter upon their death. Looks like I can't just dispose of these pastors named Ci. I'll probably only get one chance to strike.
Without Ci Nian watching him, Gao Ming had all the freedom he could want. His plan was coming together step by step.
"Stop!" Bishop Ci Xiang stared at Gao Ming. Seeing that Gao Ming had completely ignored his words, he reached out and grabbed his shoulder.
Tattoos from various gangs appeared on his wrinkled arm: dragons, tigers, eagles, wolves, mountain ghosts, and sea monsters. Bishop Ci Xiang tightened his five fingers, actually stopping Gao Ming dead in his tracks.
"If you won't listen to reason, I know a thing or two about fighting." In his youth, Bishop Ci Xiang had run with nearly every gang in the city. Many of those