"This…" The heavyweights of the Jiangling underworld were all stunned.
This young man was so powerful? He killed Chang Wei with a single poke of his finger?
"This? This…"
Zheng Mingye, along with his peers Master Chen and Master Li, were so shocked they couldn't speak, their hearts churning like a stormy sea. The great Chang Wei from the Eight Extremes Gate, a martial arts master whose very disciples could slay countless experts, had been killed just like that?
"Good!"
"A job well done!"
"Damn, that was satisfying!"
"From now on, I, Chen Jindou, will follow Mr. Lin's lead!"
Several of the heavyweights instantly burst into applause. Master Chen and Master Li were especially loud, their faces flushed with excitement and elation. As long as Chang Wei was dead, they could leave this place alive.
"Hehe, to think that Jiangling has such a master. What a surprise."
Just as everyone was clapping and cheering, an indifferent voice drifted down from the second floor.
CRASH!
