Chapter 248

He kicked a box.

After opening the box.

Inside were thick stacks of cash!

Seeing Zhong Wanjun quickly opened his backpack, stuffed the stacks of cash inside, then cautiously scanned his surroundings.

But.

Two minutes passed.

The warehouse remained utterly silent.

This… wasn't this a trap?

Seeing Zhong Wanjun felt deeply puzzled.

According to his investigation.

At this time.

Damaoge and Ermaodi would surely be in the warehouse managing accounts or something similar.

He chose this time to come.

Not just to take the money.

But also to teach these two bastards a good lesson.

But…

Why hadn't these two shown up at all?

Seeing Zhong Wanjun searched the entire warehouse.

Aside from the unexpected windfall of tens of thousands in cash.

Not even a ghost was to be found.

"Forget it."

"I'll let you off today."

Seeing Zhong Wanjun slung his backpack over his shoulder and left the abandoned warehouse.

Walking alone across Tianqiao, he noticed someone lying ahead.

That person…

He immediately ran over and gasped in shock!

This person… wasn't this Damaoge?!

At this moment, Damaoge was already cold, a fruit knife sticking from his throat.

Even stranger was this:

He seemed to have killed himself.

"How could this…?" Seeing Zhong Wanjun was stunned.

Although Damaoge had many enemies,

he was still the second-in-command of the Heigou Gang.

His strength was real.

So even with countless enemies,

no one had ever truly managed to harm him.

Who exactly… dared to kill the Heigou Gang's second-in-command so brazenly?

And leave the corpse exposed right on Tianqiao?

And at that moment,

a commotion erupted beneath Tianqiao.

Seeing Zhong Wanjun looked down.

He saw a crowd frantically surrounding a corpse!

That corpse…

was Ermaodi!

【140】The Hand of Ares has appeared!

The news of the Heigou Gang's second-in-command's death on Tianqiao exploded instantly!

The Wushubang Sect were all stunned!

Never mind how arrogant and tyrannical Damaoge and Ermaodi were in daily life.

Just their background alone

made everyone on the streets give them three paces.

After all, the Heishe Society was the largest in Jin-Shikong.

Its industries were countless.

Its population was astonishingly vast.

So even though Damaoge and Ermaodi had offended countless people,

the number of those who wanted to kill them was beyond counting.

But for the sake of harmony among gangs,

one still had to endure it.

Moreover, their status within the Heigou Gang was not low.

But who could have imagined…

that these two would die—one on Tianqiao.

One fell from Tianqiao and died from the fall.

Even more inexplicable was that.

All the surveillance footage at the scene had gone black.

As if disrupted by some magnetic field.

When the surveillance recovered.

Both men were already cold.

On the bodies of the two men.

No clues could be extracted.

This shocked everyone across all sectors.

Blackie shrieked awake from a nightmare, beads of sweat covering his forehead, his clothes soaked through.

The nightmare.

It had haunted him again.

In the dream, that killing god.

Was an image he could never forget for all eternity.

"Fuck…"

"Could it really have been Brother Yanwang who did it…?"

Blackie muttered to himself:

"Impossible…"

"He's been missing for ten years already…"

"He must be dead by now…"

"I'm not afraid!"

"Even if Brother Yanwang returns."

"I've got plenty of ways to deal with him!"

"Damn."

"Those two useless bastards."

"How the hell did they die…?"

Blackie stared into the endless night.

Suddenly, a deep shiver gripped him.