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After the turmoil, the originally neatly arranged tables and chairs in the hall were scattered everywhere, as if swept by a violent storm, with fragments strewn all over, creating a scene of chaos.
On the dusty floor tiles, bodies lay in a haphazard manner.
The blood flowing from the corpses pooled into shocking red patches, gleaming ominously under the dim light.
A heavy stench of blood permeated the air.
Zhao Ba and his henchmen were all dead.
Shen Qing acted decisively, leaving no room for hesitation or delay.
Zhao Ba's gang, who once terrorized this area in the west of the city, was effortlessly eradicated just like that.
They were too weak!
Or rather, Shen Qing realized he was much stronger than he thought, believing he would still have to endure a fierce battle.
But thinking about it, Zhao Ba was old.
People like Zhao Ba, who climbed up from the bottom, lived a life of scarcity and malnutrition in their youth.