The city was utterly silent.
Zhang Yang led the civilians as they stared at Little White Tiger's back, ashamed yet excited.
The king of Chun Prefecture had returned.
Under the moonlight.
That burly figure slowly gathered Xiao Yuan into his arms.
The scarlet light seemed to drape the two of them in wedding robes.
"Who did this?"
Old Ninth ground out his cigarette butt and looked coldly at Zhang Yang.
"Three hundred thousand Korean troops crossed the border, and the Ma Family is watching for its chance behind them."
Zhang Yang said worriedly, "It's good that you're back. We can take our time planning our next move."
"Plan what? Where to put our graves?" Old Ninth cut him off roughly. "However many come, Chun Prefecture has room to bury them."
"I want Korean graves filling every inch from Chun Prefecture to the Borderlands." With his back to everyone, Little White Tiger called out coldly, "Jiu'er."
"I'll stay here and look after Xiao Yuan. You go."
"Your sister-in-law was hurt this badly. I don't need to teach you what to do, do I? You don't have to show anyone any consideration."
Little White Tiger slowly turned his head.
His teeth ground audibly.
The killing intent in his eyes almost spilled out.
The temperature dropped more than ten degrees in an instant.
"Don't worry. No one who comes today can do a damn thing."
Without another word, Old Ninth walked into the residence.
Three minutes later.
He came out carrying the Boning Knife, radiating murderous intent.
"Pass this on for me. When Chun Prefecture kills, anyone who dares interfere... will have their clan exterminated and their line wiped out."
"Until every Korean is dead, Chun Prefecture will never sheathe its blades."
"Start with the fucking Ma Family. Make them crawl back to