Chapter 67

"No, no..." "Kill, just kill me..." A dozen minutes later, Ma Wong-kan's wails had degraded into weak, breathless murmurs... Every one of his limbs and non-vital parts had been hacked to a bloody pulp by Mian Zhenghe. By this point, Mian Zhenghe's dark gray canvas jacket had been stained a deep, soaked brown by blood. The steel blade in his hand had been battered into something resembling a jagged saw from repeatedly striking the concrete floor and bones, with shreds of flesh still clinging to the metal. The overwhelming stench of blood filling the room battered the nerves and hearts of every branch leader, driving their terror to absolute extremes. In all their lives, they had never imagined witnessing anything like this, straight out of a brutal, splatter-film from the West. "Boss, this bastard's done for!" Suddenly, Mian Zhenghe's voice shattered the terrifying silence. "Old Li." Yan Liang glanced casually at the unfortunate Ma Wong-kan, who had practically thrown himself into the line of fire, and called out. At his words, Li Fengtian, who had been standing by the door the entire time, broke into a spine-chilling grin. He walked over, took a look at Ma Wong-kan—who was barely breathing on the floor—and said to Mian Zhenghe, "Damn it, since you hacked him up anyway, why didn't you bother bleeding him out?"