Mountain Lord casually spoke of the city's darkest secrets, his tone as relaxed as if he were making small talk. Before him, Yin Shou hardly dared to listen and wished he could bury his head in a crack in the ground.
"The Mercy Society is like an exquisite piece of porcelain. Its purpose is to give the timid and weak something to lean on, then, once it's filled with hope, smash it hard and drag them into bottomless darkness. But now the Mercy Society seems to have gone astray. They actually seem to think they're saviors. They even created an 'anomalous' 'god.'" Mountain Lord brought the weeping flesh in his hand to his mouth and sucked hard. Threads of blood seeped into his body, and blood qi surged around him with the ferocity of dragons and tigers.
"Now it's time to correct their mistakes."
The lid slammed shut. Mountain Lord walked past Yin Shou. "Assemble. Enter the Second District."
Engines roared. The smells of blood and diesel mingled in the air as trucks laden with spoils drove along the roads of the Second District.
Mud-caked tires crushed scattered roses. Shop after shop shut its doors and shuttered its windows, their clerks bracing as though an enemy army had arrived.
One of Yin Shou's men sat on a truck, exhaling smoke and gripping his gun as his eyes roamed brazenly over the street.
"The Second District is the richest district. I don't understand any of that fancy art, but the women and men here sure are pretty. The way they dress really gets your blood going."
"We save up for modifications to get stronger. I heard people in the Second District spend astronomical sums and endure unimaginable pain just to look better. Don't they know beauty is dangerous?"
"I really want