Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Nickname: The Butcher! (Added more!)

Dormitory building.

Many people heard the commotion and stood at the windows, pointing and discussing.

Webster held a cigarette in his hand, his brows furrowed as he looked at the Second District. His face, already deeply lined with age, now looked even more worried.

"Let them make trouble, once they become unbearable to others, naturally someone will take care of them."

After mumbling to himself, he violently pulled the curtains shut.

This "new official's first fire" burned all through the night.

More than ten people were hung up on the playground, all troublemakers, now beaten beyond recognition, not even their mothers could tell who was who if they came looking.

Kennedy could still recognize his own skull.

On the ground, to the left was a pile of cigarettes and magazines, and to the right were the confiscated weapons and drugs.

There were quite a few good items.

Victor even found a .38-caliber special police revolver produced by the Miroku Corporation.

"Boss."