At the time, everyone had thought Zhou Yi's arrival in Desheng City with the supervision team marked the beginning of a crackdown on organized crime.
Yet a day and a night later, everyone finally realized that the moment Zhou Yi had said, "I hope everyone here will be able to attend the celebration banquet before long," the crackdown had already entered its final countdown.
Guo Zikun had been arrested, Wen Xiaoyi had been arrested, Li Xianglin had been arrested, and Yang Mingshan and Su Di's whereabouts were unknown. Desheng City seemed to have changed overnight, with a speed and suddenness that caught everyone off guard.
What nobody expected, however, was that at that very moment, a harrowing life-and-death struggle was unfolding inside one of Guo Zikun's private villas.
Three blood-soaked bodies lay in the living room. A girl with her clothes torn to shreds lay on her back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Covered in blood, Yu Xiaofeng summoned every last ounce of strength and drove the dagger deep into a burly man's chest, finally completing a desperate victory against four opponents.
Just over ten minutes earlier, while the thugs were assaulting his sister and had let their guard down, he had suddenly lunged, snatched a dagger from one of them, and plunged it straight through the man's throat.
Then, driven by an overwhelming obsession with revenge, he had swung his arm wildly, repaying blood with blood, an eye for an eye, until he had finally killed every one of those utterly depraved beasts.
He dragged his battered body over to his sister, who had been tortured beyond recognition, tears streaming uncontrollably down his cheeks.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.
A squad of police officers burst through the door and froze at the horrific scene