Qingshui Street Entrance, ruins—the former Zhang Residence!
Thousands of Black Tiger Gang members, each holding a torch, stood around the ruins. The torches illuminated the nearby streets and alleys, making them as bright as day. The citizens in the surrounding residential streets had long been awakened by the commotion. However, not a single person dared to come out and watch. They all peeked through the cracks in their windows before shrinking back into their beds, trembling with their wives and children.
Every Black Tiger Gang member around the ruins had drawn their weapons. These weapons glinted menacingly in the torchlight, thousands of cold points of light flashing around the ruins. However, if any citizen dared to observe closely, they would find that the Black Tiger Gang members, usually so rampant in Great Marsh Prefecture, now had faces filled with apprehension, and their eyes betrayed a hint of fear, even as they gripped their sharp long knives.
