Blood Wolf Gang Headquarters.
The thirteen-story building had turned into a purgatory and chaotic scene.
From the first-floor lobby to the twelfth-floor corridor.
The air was thick with an inescapable stench of blood.
Lei Meng's burly body was like a humanoid war chariot, leading the charge.
The broad-backed machete in his hand cut through the air with a shrill whistle and the muffled sound of shattering bones with every swing.
Where the blade light reached.
The fierce thugs of the Blood Wolf Gang fell like straw, their severed limbs and the crimson blood spray painting the walls and floors, leaving shocking graffiti.
"Those who block me will die—!"
Lei Meng roared, his voice resounding like thunder, causing the ceiling to quiver and dust to fall.
He cleaved a Tier Two Martial Artist, who tried to attack from the side, along with his weapon, sending them flying.
However.
