Three minutes later.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... Seven people in pajamas gathered around the round table in the courtyard. On the table was a portrait of the dark No. 2, pinned to the table with a chopstick through the forehead.
The eldest senior brother, Li Bashan, spoke in a gruff voice, a strange smell emanating from his mouth as he did.
He said, "Hong Ya has probably told everyone about the little junior brother's situation. Before he joined us, he made some enemies outside, and I'm quite worried."
Yuan Xidi grinned, so excited he almost jumped out of his chair: "It's great to have enemies. Let me handle it. I'll help the little junior brother take care of him."
Gong Qi: "I also have someone I want to deal with lately, but courtesy and patience are traditions of our [Ronggui Sect]. My matter isn't urgent, so let's take care of the little junior brother's issue first."
The others exchanged glances, mentally pushing back the death list they had recently marked.
