By the time Fang Xiaocao led Steal Kasaya and Hei Ta, following the sound of gunfire to the plaza, the battle here was already over.
Looking at the mess, the plaza strewn with tainted blood and shattered flesh, Fang Xiaocao nearly vomited.
That pungent smell of blood was simply worse than Steal Kasaya's breath.
Disgusting just wasn't enough to describe the odor.
"My god!"
"How many people died here?"
Fang Xiaocao exclaimed.
Seeing Fang Xiaocao, Taotie cracked a grin.
"Not too many!"
"A little over three hundred, I guess!"
"They were all unregistered residents from the black market."
"They must be children traded from all around the world by the Pawnshop guys, their own cultivated disciple assassins. All skin colors included."
Taotie was as casual as ever.
It was as if the dead were not people.
But merely a few hundred ants, easily dismissed.
Hearing Taotie's words, Fang Xiaocao was startled.
