Although the men in the hall weren't the top bosses of Hong Kong's gangs, at least two of them were branch managers for Dongxing and New Mark. The crowd also included countless so-called elders, elite hitmen, and underlings. At that moment, however, their expressions were as if they had seen a ghost. Trembling, they stared in horror at the young man in the doorway, feeling as though they were trapped in a dream.
Lord Guan above, what the hell kind of horrifying freak is this monster! He had dodged bullets with casual ease. The best Red Pole fighter from Dongxing's Tsim Sha Tsui branch was like a baby in his hands, paralyzed on the ground after a few simple punches and kicks, gasping for his last breaths!
