In the pitch-black night, snowflakes danced in the air as a black Rolls-Royce headed towards a bustling district.
The base of Long Pavilion was established here, and aside from the old patriarch, Yu Chiyin was the second to know.
At this moment, the dark hall of Long Pavilion.
A few members of the dark hall stood at the entrance. Looking inside, a man with his back to the light wielded a black leather whip.
With each lash, a drip-drop sound followed, and a full drop of blood fell to the floor.
One drop, two drops, three drops...
Soon, the droplets of blood congealed into a puddle on the ground.
The man holding the whip was Qihan; after capturing the person, who had tried to flee, Qihan caught him and subjected him to a cruel beating.
Following down from the whip in Qihan's hand, one could see his foot firmly planted on the man's neck.
Having his lifeline seized, the man thus completely lost the ability to resist.
