Jinge looked at Da Xiong sitting in the car ahead, his fingers crackling with tension, eager to rush over and eliminate the three of them. For someone of Jinge's high status in the underworld, a disciple's betrayal was a blatant slap in the face—totally unacceptable!
But Jinge knew now was not the time for impulsive action, as armed police maintaining order were stationed every fifty meters along the street. Striking now was clearly not an option, so he resentfully said, "If these bastards ever fall into my hands, I'll skin them alive!"
Several prized disciples raised since childhood had betrayed the sect, infuriating Jinge to the point of nearly coughing up blood. Luo the Mute could only offer bitter advice, "Alright, Brother Jin, we can deal with them later, but now's not the time. Lin Mu's got a lot of people and quite a few talents, not to mention the police are tough to handle. Let's go!"
