Blood Poison Gang, Qingzhou City
Wen Zonghao maintained a calm expression as he observed the flourishing members of the Blood Poison Gang on the dock. Of his five adopted sons, two had been killed, and two were consumed by the strange green mist. Only Huang Qiguang remained.
Huang Qiguang stood nearby, a crestfallen expression on his face. He had thought that after eliminating four people, his time to rise had come. But surprisingly, the crisis that followed Qin Huai's 'death' had quietly resolved on the seventh day. His foster father, Wen Zonghao, had adopted two more sons who were even stronger than him.
Stealing a glance at Wen Zonghao's back and the two towering men behind him, Huang Qiguang felt the surge of their powerful presence.
"Qiguang, go handle your duties," Wen Zonghao commanded.
"Yes, Foster Father," Huang Qiguang replied, a cautious expression on his face as he left the area.
