"Brother Ming, Da Dong and Taozi haven't come back these past few days. They were definitely murdered." One of the men kneeling on the ground spoke. "Those three gunshots we heard back then—someone must have shot and killed Da Dong and Taozi. And to be able to dispose of the bodies so cleanly in such a short time, without leaving a single trace, not even shell casings or footprints… besides the Young Master's men, who else could it be?"
Brother Ming gritted his teeth. "I know. But you were all too reckless this time. The other side has already reported it to the police. If they work with the police and find any evidence, do you think we'll get off easy? Don't you forget how we got here, you bunch of morons! Even if you want revenge, who goes and hacks people up in the middle of the street? You think this is Xiangcheng? You're all so stupid I can't even stand to look at you."
