"Hey, Xiao Chen, is it taken care of?"
Young Master He asked confidently as he rode toward the warehouse.
The other end of the line was terrifyingly quiet, with nothing but heavy panting.
"Xiao Chen?"
"Sorry, Xiao Chen's become Xiao Dong."
Hi Dog's teasing voice came through.
On the street.
The eleven brothers stood amid the ruins, covered in wounds.
A hundred corpses lay strewn across the ground, like hell on earth.
His eyes vacant, Xiao Chen murmured with his dying breath, "Put me out of my misery."
"Xiao Chen!"
Young Master He was shocked to hear Xiao Chen's voice.
Hi Dog pointed the camera at Xiao Chen.
With all four limbs severed, Xiao Chen lay on the ground as nothing but a torso, utterly resigned.
A youth holding a chainsaw crouched beside him.
He slowly turned his head and grinned at Young Master He, his face covered in blood.
"I cut your Xiao Chen into Xiao Dong."
"You sick freak, you lunatic!"
Young Master He tossed his phone aside, grabbed the liquor beside him, and gulped down two mouthfuls to steady his nerves.
"Old Ninth's people are all sick freaks, just like him."
Footsteps pattered.
Wu Yan, who had already fled, returned to the street with Xiaomi.
They exchanged looks as they took in the shirtless men, who looked like demons.
"Two Fourth Awakening fighters and over a dozen Third Awakening fighters... all gone?" Xiaomi stared at Hi Dog in disbelief.
At that moment, he was immensely grateful he hadn't fought Little White Tiger to the bitter end.
Otherwise, his fate wouldn't have been much better than Chabu's or Xiao Chen's.
"As expected of Little White Tiger's Imperial Guards. You've really mastered killing people above your level."
Even Wu Yan had to give Hi Dog a thumbs-up. "Badass."