Chapter 32: The Descent of the Grim Reaper

Within the Tianyang Villa complex, a vast open space was filled with hundreds of strong men, their faces expressionless, their gazes fierce.

This was the headquarters of the Qing Gang, where Li Shenglong sat upon the dragon chair, flanked by Ma Yong, the top martial artist of the Qing Gang, and his only son, Li Hong. Both men's arms were wrapped in gauze, the color of pain and resentment clearly visible on their faces.

And behind them hung a wild girl, none other than Yan Shuangshuang. Tape had been slapped over her mouth, and her eyes betrayed her deep worry. She prayed desperately that Chu Mo would not come.

"Father, this time I must make that brat pay double for the pain of my broken hands. I'll not only cripple his limbs, but I will also chop his flesh off piece by piece and make it into meat buns for the dogs!" Li Hong said venomously, his eyes full of hatred.