Shen Huang drove the off-road vehicle, fiercely pressing the accelerator, and charged toward the dark street.
By then, through the windshield, she had already seen the scene of slaughter ahead on the street.
Lin Shuang was alone, killing amidst the crowd.
"Stop, Lin Shuang!" Shen Huang hastily picked up the megaphone in the car and shouted towards Lin Shuang at the end of the dark street.
This was a society governed by law, and official means must be relied on to handle situations.
Lin Shuang's indiscriminate killing of the innocent was a violation of the laws of Daxia.
Shen Huang had to stop him! To maintain public order and stability!
Following Shen Huang's shout, Lin Shuang finally stopped his blade.
The Ghost Crying Blade was still dripping with fresh blood.
Lin Shuang, with a bloodstained hand, pinched a cigarette at the corner of his mouth and took a deep drag.
