"Second Master, Old Ninth called and said it's done."
Inside a KTV in Ice Prefecture.
A group of street thugs lay on the floor, covered in injuries.
They were all Ming King's men.
A cruel, vicious grin curled Ma Qingshan's lips as he planted his leather shoe on one thug's hand.
Ignoring the man's agonized pleas, he only lifted his foot in satisfaction after grinding the hand into pulp.
"From today on, I call the shots in Ice Prefecture. Understand?"
Ma Qingshan's honest-looking face wore a smile even more evil than Old Ninth's.
The sight sent chills down people's spines.
It was hard to imagine that the simple, honest Ma Qingshan and the pervert before them were the same person.
"What a wonderful day."
Ma Qingshan put his perversion and madness on full display.
He excitedly inhaled the foul air, his face intoxicated.
"My dear little brother, I'll avenge you. Boo-hoo-hoo..."
As he spoke, this middle-aged man in his thirties actually squatted on the floor and bawled.
"My brother, my own little brother! How could you die so young?"
"I'll avenge you!"
"Boo-hoo-hoo..."
The butler beside him could not bear to watch and reminded him quietly, "Second Master, there are no outsiders here."
"Oh, really?"
Ma Qingshan wiped the tears from his face, then resumed his sickly smile.
"Force of habit, force of habit. But... these people heard our conversation."
He bent down to look at the dozen or so underworld men in the KTV. "What should we do?"
"Kill them?"
The butler signaled to the men beside him.
"No, no, no."
Ma Qingshan stopped them excitedly. "Don't touch them."
"Second Master, Second Master, we'll join you! Let us go!"
"Let us go! We didn't hear anything!"
The street thugs lay on the floor, wailing for mercy.
Ma Qingshan turned