Thick blood ran down the scarred old man's hideous, uneven face.
Drip. It hit the floor.
Even the killers on either side were startled by the sudden move. Fortunately, their rigorous professional training kept them from doing anything rash.
The dim light fell across Moqi Xinsi's face like a veil.
No one could truly understand what lay deep inside this young man who had made a name for himself so early in life.
Just as no one knew how the two young brothers had survived the massacre the scarred old man had arranged all those years ago.
Some said it was luck, but that explanation was rather far-fetched.
So most people believed another explanation, one that had come from Moqi Xinsi's own lips.
God had not willed their deaths. They had God's protection.
The light on his face gradually grew stronger, allowing the two killers to see his expression clearly.
The changes were subtle, yet they conveyed utter madness.
Then a distinct smile appeared on Moqi Xinsi's face, and he bowed toward an empty corner.
"Forgive my blindness, Lord Evil God. I should have recognized you when we first met."
Behind him, Moqi Xinzhi had no idea what was happening, but he bent at the waist as well.
At last, the killers felt the truth behind the rumors circulating in the underworld about the Moqi Family's heir.
They even felt as though the temperature in the room had dropped considerably. Someone really seemed to be watching them from that dark, empty corner.
Suddenly, several gunshots rang out, and the killers crashed to the floor.
Moqi Xinsi lifted the hem of his clothes and wiped the barrel of the gun in his hand clean.
"My apologies, my lord. A few little insects had no manners."
Yin Chao's lips curled. Seeing the