The Fog Disappeared

Seeing that the man was telling the truth, Wu Yehao snapped his fingers. A second later, a golden thunderbolt struck down at the man.

Boom!

When the dust settled, only a pile of ash remained where the man had knelt. The other men exchanged determined glances as they watched the scene unfold.

Before Wu Yehao could react, the remaining men simultaneously swallowed something. Moments later, black blood seeped from their seven orifices, and they collapsed lifelessly.

Wu Yehao's expression darkened as he observed the scene.

Realizing none of them had survived, he snapped his fingers again. In an instant, countless golden thunderbolts rained down, illuminating the dark alley.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

When silence returned to the surroundings, the only things that remained were the acrid stench of burned flesh, scorched ground, and piles of ash.

The next day, just as Wu Lian arrived at his office, his assistant entered.