The man knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice with a hint of crying: "Uncle, ask! I will definitely tell you what I know."

"Please don't kill me!"

………………

One minute later.

Zhao Futu left the private room of the KTV. The blood inside seeped out of the room little by little, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

Roadside food stalls.

Because it is close to the train station, there are still many people there even late at night.

A man with a tiger tattooed on his arm was drinking with several other people, spitting something while others were staying away from him, obviously not intending to cause any trouble.

At this time, a tall figure came in front of them.

As if feeling depressed, the man froze for a moment before he was about to say something, but what greeted him was a cold light, and then the last image remaining in his field of vision was a headless corpse with blood spurting out.

Screams and panic spread instantly!

The mysterious man in a large cloak left as if nothing had happened, leaving only four headless corpses on the ground.

This night.

One hundred and twenty-seven people were killed. Almost no gangs operating in the train station and bus station survived. Three bars, two KTVs and a hotel were completely burned by the fire.
Chapter completed!