This was decades before Xiang Shan mourned the Borshu.
Xiang Shan walked up to the door of a warehouse and kicked it open.
Inside the door, there was a gang.
Or rather, a group of Xiang Shan.
Xiang Shan had already drawn his weapon. To be safe, these gang members were not equipped with very sophisticated Martial Arts Algorithms, so he could certainly defeat them if it came to a fight.
But his opponent was also "Xiang Shan," not to be underestimated.
The command he would issue next was going to destroy those guys' lives. Perhaps they also had a "survival instinct." Over the years, under the influence of various potions, those Pseudo-personality Masks had embedded the imprint of "Xiang Shan" deep into their already dead Biological Brains, so it was hard to guarantee they didn't have a survival instinct.
Although Xiang Shan had a fallback plan to control these "selves" of his, he dared not take the risk. This was something one should never bet on.
