The sky gradually darkened.
The atmosphere in Blue Lotus Villa near River Shore Wharf was grim.
Amidst the white walls and blue tiles, dozens of gangsters of the Blue Lotus Gang stood silently and listened to the sorrowful voice from inside the wall.
"I swear I have nothing to do with Young Master Ye of Heavenly Water Bridge. He stabbed both my arms. Sect Master Cheng, even if you beat me to death, he won't come. Why are you doing this…"
There were no lights in the main hall, so the lighting was slightly dim.
Yang Guan, whose arms were hanging in a sling from his neck, was sitting obediently on the chair at the side. The grievance and grief on his face could probably fill several pages.
His shelf, which Ye Jingtang's saber had been destroyed last month, had just been repaired, and lying on it was a long-handled bronze hammer.
