As the elevator doors opened, Song Cheng saw Yu Sheng leading his two gang members into view—Erin sitting on Yu Sheng's shoulder, Hu Li standing by his side. But instead of the familiar faces, Song Cheng's eyes quickly fell on what Yu Sheng was carrying.
It was a "stick" that looked downright menacing, with some metal rings welded onto a piece of rebar, covered in blades, nails, and rusty metal shards. Song Cheng had seen countless strange murder weapons with his years of frontline experience, but his first reaction to this thing was still an involuntary twitch of the eye; it looked painful just looking at it, let alone picturing it in action.
Yu Sheng cheerily stepped out of the elevator with his tetanus wand, beaming at Song Cheng as if a sleepy person had finally found a pillow. "Where are those two Angel sect followers?"
