"Hei Mao and his men were chopped up and fed to the dogs; blood debts must be repaid with blood." After giving instructions, White Forehead Marquis headed deeper into the inner hall. He was the only Hall Master who could freely enter and exit the inner hall without notification.
Outside the hall was chaotic and noisy, whereas inside it was dead silent.
The plump Yuan Nian maintained his usual calm demeanor, only a few dark lines appeared in his eyes. The esteemed guests sitting beside him remained silent, observing like they were watching a show.
"What's happening outside?" Yuan Nian knowingly asked.
"The gang members were too enraged; they killed Hei Mao's men. Now those culprits are wailing for mercy." White Forehead Marquis didn't mention the shooting of Yuan Qing, "The gang members' anger is like a wildfire, Bamboo River Society repeatedly provokes us, and everyone has reached their limit."
"What's your stance on this?"
