When will we make our move?

Outside the PEI mansion.

The entire city reeked of blood.

On the long Street, a fierce battle had just ended. Blood that had not yet dried up flowed down the stone slabs. Broken limbs and flesh were all over the place.

A brawny man crawled with difficulty between the corpses, dragging a long trail of blood on the ground. When he was about to leave the long Street, an old man in his fifties or sixties suddenly rushed out from the side of the road. His eyes were red, and the veins on the back of his hands were visible. He raised a chair high and smashed it down on his head!

Once, twice, thrice ... The man groaned and his eyes turned white as he suddenly sat up!

When he straightened his upper body, he could see that the man's abdomen had been split open. A part of his intestines could be seen, stained with mud and sand.

However, the man seemed to not feel it at all as he continued to charge at the old man!