Inside the Wo Shing Sing headquarters, a dead silence hung in the air.
Hiring a hitman was out of the question, and none of the men present wanted to go head-to-head alone with that lunatic Yan Liang.
For a moment, everyone was struck dumb.
Uncle Tang swept his gaze across the room, and seeing the way everyone avoided his eyes, his displeasure grew even deeper. He immediately said in a cold voice:
"Since no one is willing to step forward on their own to share the society's burdens, we'll do it the old-fashioned way and draw the lots of life and death! Whoever draws it goes to deal with this matter. Everything is left to fate..."
Uncle Tang's words completely extinguished everyone's last shred of hope.
As his voice trailed off, a foot soldier at the door immediately brought over a bamboo tube for drawing lots and stepped forward. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he placed the lots marked "Life" and "Death" into the tube.
Chapter 49