Jiang Xinghai had originally intended to slaughter every last one of the Shentu Family's treacherous and unrighteous members.
He would then seize their assets, use them to continue compensating the families who suffered from the allergic poisoning, and donate the remainder to welfare homes.
Now, the entire upper echelon of the Shentu Family was dead.
Jiang Xinghai could only proceed with his plan by dealing with the remaining family members.
He opened the doors to the assembly hall, pulled up a stool, and sat down in the doorway.
It was the middle of the night.
The family members had been on edge all day and were just about to rest, but the sounds of fighting from the assembly hall had drawn them over long ago.
The moment Jiang Xinghai opened the door, the overwhelming stench of blood poured out.
"The smell of blood is so strong!"
"That's... Little Chef!"
"My God! When did Little Chef get to our Shentu Family?"
