But Xia Liang's thoughts were no different. He was simply leveraging the Daoist Association to make a name for himself throughout Jinling. Otherwise, he could have obliterated the Association with a flick of his finger. Why bother displaying his power in front of so many people?
"Your gun."
Looking at the ghostly pale Yuan Daozi, who could barely utter a word, Xia Liang calmly stepped out of the flames. He walked over to the Chief of the Jinling Security Bureau and handed the pistol to him.
"Y-Yes, of course."
The Chief's outstretched hands trembled uncontrollably. If it weren't for his men standing behind him, his legs might have given out and sent him kneeling to the ground. He had heard about Xia Liang's exploits in Shenhai before but had hardly believed any of it, dismissing him as a common charlatan. But now, the events that had just unfolded proved that all the rumors were true.
