Approaching the intersection, there were quite a few of Yamato's lackeys standing guard in groups, vigilant against rival gang incursions. There was still a sizable crowd—were they gathered for a big meeting because the fortunes of the Tokugawa Clan had recently turned?
At that moment, ear-splitting cries of baboons came from a nearby bar. Li Pan glanced over and thought, "Alright, there's no firefight, it's just the explosive ball championship today."
Yeah, that game where the ball explodes—boom! Suddenly, the men and women on the field blossomed into bouquets of crimson intestines. Limbs flew in every direction amid the frenzied screams of the thugs alongside the blasts, howling and barking with the ferocity of crashing waves. It was a demonic dance party at its climax. Even during a break to clean the field, they grabbed a passing vagrant, gutted him, and danced with his intestines wrapped around them—an obvious sign they were high on drugs, absolutely ecstatic.
