The downpour was relentless, and a faint stench of blood permeated the bar.
Brother Ban Ya's severed hand was wrapped in thick clothing, but blood still seeped through the fabric, dripping onto the ground in stunning crimson splashes. His face was deathly pale, large beads of sweat "plinked" to the floor, yet his lips were tightly sealed, not letting out a single sound.
Pang Feng stood calmly outside the bar counter, looking as ordinary as ever, dressed plainly, with a common appearance, but at this moment, everyone's gaze upon him had changed. The notorious Brother Ban Ya, the boss of Eastern City, was now kneeling before him, with one hand ruined. Who would dare meet Pang Feng's imposing presence head-on?
