After the brief turmoil ended, the entire town remained deathly silent for a long while before sounds began to return.
At the mouth of the alley, the enforcers who had originally worked at the gambling den had been pressed into service by Ye Jingtang and called over to clean up the streets and houses caught in the fighting.
The street had not suffered particularly serious damage, only quite a few shattered paving bricks, but Eighth Master Fan's corpse was rather difficult to deal with. His chest had been kicked open, splattering an entire wall with blood and flesh. The two thugs rinsing it down with buckets looked green. Had they not feared being casually killed by the Black Bureau's King of Hell, they would probably have thrown down their tools on the spot.
The others were much better off. The bodies of Xuanyuan Hongzhi and the other two had been carried to the roadside and covered with white cloths, while several people stitched their heads back on and cleaned up the blood.
Yao Wenzhong truly had a robust constitution. Almost his entire body had been battered to pieces, yet he still clung to life, unconscious from his grievous wounds.
If Ye Jingtang left no one alive, it would be difficult to report the situation to the Imperial Court, so he had spared Yao Wenzhong's last breath and was waiting for the Black Bureau's constables to arrive and hand him over to the Government.
Aside from that, because over a dozen houses had been wrecked, Ye Jingtang had also found a local clerk, had him calculate each household's losses, and paid out a sum of silver in compensation.
By the time all this was finished, darkness had fully fallen, and a bright moon hung above the branches.
Carrying the Spirit Mechanism