Before dusk had arrived, the war was over.
The soldiers that entered the council building found Cao Jinsong's body in the chamber.
His temple was bleeding, and he held a pistol in his hand. When defeat was inevitable, this old man chose to suicide.
Seeing that their boss died, the soldiers all dropped their weapons in hand and surrendered.
The Crimson Chamber of Commerce's flag was dragged down by the soldiers who climbed onto the top of the building and was thrown into a pile of flame.
"Died? He got off easy." Zhao Chenwu cursed while he limped beside Jiang Chen. His leg got shot. Although the wound has already been treated, he was still constricted by it.
At that time, the two of them walked side by side in the hallway of the council building.
There were only five people left out of the ten. A meeting was called.
There was so much needed to be discussed.
