The grand leader of the Four Seas Gang, Liu Sihai, had never imagined that he would lose so thoroughly, without even a slight chance to resist—it was something he'd never considered.
Just moments ago, Liu Sihai nearly died of rage-induced apoplexy. Damn it, just because of one meeting, he was to say goodbye like this?
No, that was impossible. Where were his people, his elite subordinates? Why had they disappeared into thin air, one after the other? Why?
However, Liu Sihai's final thoughts also quietly faded away at that moment as the Crow, holding a sharp dagger, gently drew it across his neck.
With a hiss, Liu Sihai immediately clutched at his throat, feeling air escaping from it, his breath growing weaker and weaker until his body convulsed and he fell straight to the ground.
"Don't worry, big brother, I'll take good care of your wife, I'll take very good care of her!"
