Long Xiliang sat in the seat that used to belong to Sixth Master Long, holding a silenced pistol in one hand and Sixth Master Long's phone in the other.
At his feet lay a man's body, blood flowing out from beneath.
The man wasn't quite dead, his body twitching slightly, his eyes wide open in disbelief that he would be killed by Long Xiliang in this manner.
Sitting on the crimson sofa chair, Long Xiliang continued talking to Shen Manli while raising his hand to fire another shot at his brother.
The second shot blew apart the man's head.
Blood and brain matter splattered onto the pristine wool carpet, staining it a shocking red.
Long Xiliang continued speaking to the person on the phone:
"You spent seven years corrupting Old Six, thinking no one else would know?"
The man sitting on the crimson sofa chair had a face as cold as a blade, his dark eyes filled with an irrepressible arrogance.
