After the man's heart-wrenching screams, Song Yun, satisfied, released the lit incense from his severed finger. Then he grabbed a handful of ashes from the nearby censer and sprinkled it on the man's hand, saying, "This time it's a lesson for you. If next time you mess with my people, it won't be this simple."
"Yes," the man said weakly. Even though he wanted to curse at Song Yun, he couldn't even open his mouth. He was too tired, and he felt completely weak.
"Let's go. This place is too chaotic." Song Yun casually pocketed the gun he had picked up. Regulation was strict, and even though there were underground channels to smuggle them in, why bother buying when there were already some here? Those black-market dealers were utterly unscrupulous.
"Wait." Wu Xin hesitated, then coldly untied Old Man Wu's rope and said, "You go your way, and I'll go mine. From now on, let's pretend we don't know each other."
