In the dim warehouse, Chen Xingzhou, sitting on the Taishi Chair, still looked as if he had been plagued by illness for a long time, his face sallow. After putting down the phone, he looked up at the Chosen One, who was hanging by chains in mid-air, barely alive.
He waved his hand indifferently.
"Betrayed from within, lost sight of loyalty for profit, colluded with outsiders to frame brothers."
He said, "According to the rules, three cuts and six holes, eradicated from the group. From today on, you have no more ties with the syndicate. Your life or death is now up to fate."
"It's a pity for so many years of friendship."
Suspended by the chains, the Chosen One struggled violently, his eyes wide open, making muffled sounds, yet unable to utter a word.
The executor indifferently drew out a long knife covered in wriggling blood veins, approached, grabbed the chain, and dragged the victim away; only faint wailing could be heard, followed by nothing but the sound of dripping water.
