The air was as still as death.
Everyone stared dumbfounded at the corpse on the ground.
Shock, anger, and even a hint of fear crept into their eyes.
Chen Bingjiang's smile had vanished, and his demeanor had turned sinister, like a wild beast ready to pounce at any moment.
Yet a look of admiration flashed in Xu Lin's eyes.
But the men behind him were shaking all over with fear.
Some were even praying silently, hoping the enraged beast wouldn't turn its rage on them.
Zhang Ye acted as if nothing had happened, tossing Huang Mao's body and his two companions in front, then he looked up at the fat man upstairs.
"Sorry about that, Brother Chen,"
"I went a bit too hard, accidentally killed one."
"Do you still want this guy?"
Initially, Chen Bingjiang didn't say a word but simply squinted his eyes, staring intently at him for several minutes before he slowly spoke,
"If you want the generator,"
"you can come up anytime to see me."
