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After the commotion, the originally neatly arranged tables and chairs in the hall were now scattered, as if swept by a violent storm. Debris lay everywhere, leaving the place in shambles.
On the gray brick floor, bodies lay haphazardly.
The blood flowing from the corpses formed shocking pools of red, flickering with a chilling light under the dim illumination.
The air was thick with the heavy scent of blood.
Zhao Ba and his henchmen were all dead.
Shen Qing acted decisively, without any hesitation.
The gang of Zhao Ba, who had been domineering in the western part of the city, was effortlessly wiped out.
Too weak!
Or perhaps Shen Qing hadn't realized his own strength, thinking that he would still have to undergo a tough battle.
But thinking back, it made sense. Zhao Ba was old.
People like Zhao Ba, who climbed up from the bottom, lived in hunger during their youth, suffering from chronic malnutrition.
