At Chen Fan's command, Yang Wei and his four men, despite their extreme fear, gathered their courage and endured their fear. They stood up, vomiting all the while, and dragged the bodies of Shi Jun and the two thugs towards the mortuary at the end of the corridor.
The eight men that Hong Lie had assigned to Shi Jun were all hardened desperadoes. By this time, two of them had tried to sneak attack Chen Fan and ended up killed. Three of the remaining six had their wrists severed, with unending streams of blood pouring out. The other three were entirely incapable of fight.
As Yang Wei and his men carried away the bodies of Shi Jun and his gang, these six men dared not move an inch. They watched Chen Fan in fear and awe, worried that they might meet the same fate as Shi Jun.
"Scram." Chen Fan coldly uttered one word.
Normally offensive, this word sounded like music to these six men's ears. Without a word, they fumbled and crawled their way out.