Hundreds marched mightily, a gathering of such scale almost unseen in a small city like Jiangzhou City.
Not to mention, this black mass of people pressed a dozen or more onto a van.
The neighbors' faces were pale as they watched the alleyway entrance, and no one spoke.
They certainly did not think Brother Biao was taking the gang out for a good time.
As for the relatives of Zhou Yun's family...
Most likely, like Ye Xiao and the others, they would not see tomorrow's sun...
Make Brother Biao kneel?
Take people Brother Biao wouldn't dare offend even if it meant taking his own men?
"If old Zhou has a spirit in heaven, he would probably laugh," the elder who had just tried to persuade Ye Xiao sighed deeply, not with regret but rather with some relief.
He had watched Zhou Yun grow up and knew how much suffering the mother and daughter had endured since Zhou Qin had left.
