Bald-Headed Tiger was dead.
His brothers had been slaughtered.
Boss Li and Old Qian were thoroughly cowed by Chun Prefecture's ruthless methods.
Their reputation truly was well deserved.
Everyone in the underworld knew Old Eighth was wild and Old Ninth was crazy.
Having actually witnessed them in action, Old Qian still could not help remarking, "The rumors underestimated Old Ninth."
Over a hundred men had lasted less than ten minutes against Chun Prefecture's enforcers.
On a distant rooftop, the Four Villains smoked leisurely. Wulai rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Chun Prefecture really is fierce."
"Old Ninth is even harder to handle than the rumors say." Jianren's gaze remained locked on Old Ninth, who had gone into a killing frenzy.
Sensing someone watching him, Old Ninth abruptly turned and met the Four Villains' eyes.
With just that one look, all four inexplicably felt the temperature around them drop several degrees.
Old Ninth seemed like a completely different person now. He was soaked in blood, his clothes covered in fragments of internal organs, with corpses piled half a meter high at his feet, like a vengeful ghost returned from Hell.
He smiled at them from afar.
Beast's expression shifted slightly. He stubbed out his cigarette and warned his companions, "Keep your distance from Old Ninth from now on."
"Why?"
"I can sense him suppressing his inner demon. He's holding himself back from killing outsiders like us."
This was a kind of connection between two BTs.
He could sense Old Ninth's thirst for slaughter. If Little White Tiger had not been there, the man might really have slaughtered every outsider present.
"A hundred people... if we killed them, how long would it take?"
"Ten minutes. We could do it too," Brute said defiantly.
They were all enforcers, all rising stars.
In their hearts, comparisons