In the main hall of the Drunken Full House.
Two rows of constables in official uniforms stood tall and proud, their hands on the hilts of their swords, exuding an imposing aura.
In the center of the hall, a score or two of corpses were piled up like a small mountain.
A dozen or so people now stood before this mound of bodies.
Their lavish attire was a stark contrast to their deathly pale faces.
At the very top of the pile, a man they knew all too well stared down at them with lifeless eyes, as if telling a tale of endless unwillingness.
Ma Shuangcheng, the chairman of the Ronghua Association, was actually dead, just like that.
Not only was he dead, but his body was also being displayed so ignominiously for all to see, along with those of his trusted subordinates.
"Is everyone here?"
Su Mu asked calmly.
