Casio and Feng Liusi were both inheritors of the Southern Dipper's secret transmission. With just a slight sense, he could understand Feng Liusi's current state.
He had been suppressing it for too long, and once he vented, it poured out like a spring.
Thump thump thump... thump thump thump...
Sudden approaching footsteps came from several passages in the underground boxing ring, probably attracted by the commotion earlier.
Sheng Feinan and Casio exchanged glances and nodded at each other.
Next, two silhouettes leaped into their respective alleys, leaving behind a black afterimage at the intersection.
Soon, the sounds of gunfire, shouts, and then the noises of fists hitting flesh, abruptly ceased screams, and the clear shattering of bones echoed in the passageways. One of the tunnels was even slightly trembling, the walls seemingly brutally hit causing a severe vibration. White-grey powder fell from the top.
