Chapter 832 - 808: The Blood Banner Ceremony
"Mr. Dongchuan, if you want to leave, go ahead. I have orders, I must obey the orders of my master!" Shaw sighed helplessly. My master is the Old Madam of the Church Court, her strength is unfathomable, and probably no one in this world can defeat her. Without her orders, Shaw absolutely cannot retreat. Once you anger the Old Madam, being demoted is a small matter, losing your life is no joke.
"If that’s the case, then I’ll take the people and leave first!" Dongchuan nodded. Japanese people always prioritize their own lives and won’t consider others, especially since Shaw is not his superior; he only came to Shanghai to assist him in dealing with the Heavenly Reversal Gang. Now that the Heavenly Reversal Gang is unbeatable and invincible, no one can stop them. If we don’t leave now, we probably won’t have another chance.
Dongchuan quickly left the headquarters with more than a dozen Yakuza members, leaving the remaining dozens to Shaw. More than thirty people guarded the headquarters, while others were sent to the suburbs to construct defenses.
When Ye Chen and the others approached, the people from the Yakuza and the mafia scattered, running towards the town behind. Zhangjiang Town was brightly lit, and many residents were strolling outside. As a remote town in Pudong, it had many large factories, and many workers in slippers walked on the cement roads. Men pulled women, and women gathered in groups.
Suddenly, some foreign men carrying guns rushed over from the road, and the crowd immediately scattered.
"Run!" some women screamed, and the originally quiet town suddenly became chaotic. Large crowds ran wildly, women screamed in fear, and men pulled women, running in panic. Women sought places to hide. In less than ten minutes, the bustling town quickly turned into a dead, silent street.
Several dogs curiously watched on the street, puzzled about why there were no people. Were there going to be some terrifying events? The dogs observed for a while, then suddenly started fighting.
In a short while, a large group of men carrying weapons swarmed the street, their faces beaming with a festive air. It seemed like they were here for a stroll, not a fight. Feng Zhixiao and Ye Chen walked in front, followed by over a hundred people, and at the very end were more than two hundred prisoners and over twenty tightly bound mafia members.
"Brother Chen, isn’t this street a mess?" Feng Zhixiao looked around, finding scattered fruits and abandoned barbecue stalls everywhere.
"Seems like something’s up!" Ye Chen looked around suspiciously.
"What the hell? Why is there no one on this street?" Li Tieniu looked around in astonishment.
"Could it be... haunted?!" Jiang Wei, wearing a peaked cap, shrank his neck and looked at the eerie street. Some baskets were still swaying, and a gust of wind blew up the scattered newspapers on the ground.