After the short storm ended, the entire town was silent for a long time before there was a sound again.
At the entrance of the alley, the goons originally working in the gambling den were temporarily put to work by Ye Jingtang and called over to clean the damaged street and buildings.
The damage to the street wasn't serious, and only a lot of street bricks had been shattered. But Eighth Master Fan's corpse wasn't easy to handle. His chest had exploded from a kick, and his flesh and blood had splattered all over a wall. The two goons carrying buckets to wash it had pale faces. If they weren't afraid of being killed by the King of Hell of the Black Office, they would have quit on the spot.
The others were in a much better state. The corpses of Xuanyuan Hongzhi and the other two were carried to the side of the street and covered with white cloth. A few people had sewed their heads back on and cleaned up the blood.
