Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 710 Changes
"I told you to stop!" Li Chong was anxious. He didn't want the situation to get out of control. Wansheng was in a very bad situation now. If a full-scale conflict broke out with Zhuchuan Society, both of them would most likely be wiped out by the night police.

He grabbed the Yin beast's arm, but unfortunately the difference in strength between the two was too great. Seeing that the Yin beast was about to kill again, Li Chong pressed the Yin beast's back with something hidden in his sleeves: "Stop!"

"Damn! You don't dare to shoot at outsiders, but you dare to point the gun at me?" The Yin Beast was like an angry tiger, with veins popping up on his face. He stared at the Li Chong with a fierce look: "Shoot? Kill me if you dare?"

The blade chopped, and the Yin beast killed one of the Black Mastiff's men in front of the Li Chong.

Blood splattered on his body, the Yin Beast laughed loudly, the Wansheng gang members around him were all roaring, and the Li Chong had his finger on the trigger with a very bad look on his face.

"Why didn't you shoot? How did a wimp like you become the leader? Wansheng was ruined by people like you. You were afraid of this and that, and you retreated step by step, and finally you were blocked at home and killed."

"Enough!" Li Chong said in a gloomy tone and wanted to say something when a voice suddenly came from a distance.

"How can there be fighting and killing at a funeral?" The speaker's voice was a little vicissitudes of life. It was an old man with white hair. There was not a single piece of healthy skin on his face and body, which was covered with various tattoos.

Hearing the old man's voice, the arrogant Yin Beast reluctantly put down its blade, and the gang members around him seemed to feel the temperature had dropped a little.

"Marquis Bai'e." Li Chong quietly put away the gun in his sleeve and saluted to the old man. Although they were both hall masters, the old man in front of him was of a much higher generation and was the uncle of Wansheng's boss Yuan Qing.

"The Yin Beast is a fool, how can you fool around with him?" The old man glanced at Li Chong's sleeve as if nothing had happened: "Open the inner door of Wansheng Hall, the guests have been waiting for you for a long time."

Funeral music sounded, and the corpses and blood on the ground were stepped on by pairs of shoes. No one cared about their deaths, and the blood-stained shoe prints were soon covered by dust.

Wansheng was once the largest gang in the Third Block. They built the Wansheng Hall in the best location of the block, like a city within a city. The main hall sat in the center, and the thirteen gangs under it fought in all directions. Not to mention the Third Block, even the other blocks had to temporarily avoid the edge. But this happened a long time ago. Now Wansheng keeps giving in, and the thirteen gangs are crowded in a small area. Many people chose to leave, and those who stayed had different thoughts.

The tall and festive inner door was opened, and the bright red buildings and the paper money flying all over the sky formed an absurd contrast. Wu Wei raised her head curiously, and just as she was about to look into the distance, a stick hit her on the head.

"Don't move." The Wansheng gang members around them didn't treat them as human beings at all.

The crowd moved slowly, the sound of funeral music gradually faded, and in the open space in front of Wansheng Hall, there was a coffin that required eight people to lift. A man who looked to be in his early sixties was sitting on the coffin.

His entire nose and mouth were torn apart by iron hooks, one of his eyes was deformed, his face was ugly and terrifying, there was a breathing tube inserted in his chest, and his belly was huge. He looked like a monster no matter how you looked at him.

"Is this actually a human?" All the patients Gao Ming had seen at the outpost looked more like humans than this thing.

"Keep your voice down. That ugly monster is Wansheng's boss Yuan Qing. When he was young, he participated in gang fights. He was cruel to others and himself. He transformed himself many times and finally became this monstrous appearance." Jia Youzhi lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

The portraits and information about Yuan Qing in the outside world all described him as an elegant middle-aged man. It was only after entering the inner hall of Wansheng and seeing him in person that I realized that the media's reports were seriously distorted.

"Boss, everyone is here." Li Chong walked to the coffin with the list.

Boss Wansheng seemed to have fallen asleep. It was only when the evil insect repeated the same thing that his fat body moved.

Yellow liquid rolled in the intestines and stomach, and the ugly face turned to the evil insect, and its scarred mouth like a centipede opened an arc: "Let them kneel in front of the coffin." "Okay." The evil insect hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Before entering the inner hall, the tiger beast killed two people..."

"So what?" His broad palm stroked the coffin, as if he was stroking his daughter's cheek. Yuan Qing had an inexplicable emotion on his face, like attachment: "Go, don't let the guests laugh at you."

"Okay." Li Chong raised his head quietly, passed Yuan Qing, and looked towards the compartment deep in the inner hall.

Outside the hall, paper money was flying and the autumn air was chilly, filled with sadness and anger, but people in the cubicles inside the hall were talking about completely unrelated topics.

A fat old man with fair skin sat in the main seat. He looked naive and harmless, and made people feel friendly just by looking at him.

"Councilman Yuan Nian is here too?" Li Chong was a little surprised. The councilman seldom returned to Wansheng since he entered the Municipal Council Hall. He and Yuan Qing were obviously blood relatives, but he completely ignored them.

Sitting on the left of Councillor Yuan Nian is a night policeman covered in a black raincoat with an owl on his shoulder badge. There are no more than ten night policemen who can have their own shoulder badges, and each of them possesses great power. Sitting on the right of Councillor Yuan Nian is a woman in a suit with a growing hibiscus tattooed on her arm. The beautiful hibiscus is loved by many people, but because the "hibiscus" in its name is similar to "mourning", many people think it is a flower with ominous meanings.

"I didn't give you hibiscus flowers as a gift, and I didn't give you longevity melons as a return gift. Why is the flower girl from the fifth block here too?"

With doubts, Li Chong went down to do his job. He forced Heibao's family to the vicinity of the coffin and made them all kneel down.

"Boss, let me kill them! To avenge my elder sister! To vent the anger for my brothers!" The tiger beast dragged the knife, his eyes bloodshot, like a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

With him taking the lead, brothers from other halls also began to shout that Wansheng had been too frustrated over the years.

Outside the hall, the blood was boiling and murderous intent was everywhere, but inside the hall several "big shots" were still chatting leisurely.

"Big sister can't just die like this! She was shot to death in her own hotel!" Other people from other gangs began to shout, "Zhuchuan Society is just a bunch of idiots making medicine. Kill them and seize the factory. We won't have to worry about medicine anymore!"

In fact, there are many people in Wansheng who don’t care about the eldest sister’s death. They are just more envious of Zhuchuanshe’s new medicine. The violence and malice in their bodies are constantly being awakened.

"Quiet, be quiet!" The evil insects wanted to maintain order, but with the hall master leading the shouting, the gang members ignored the evil insects.

Seeing that the situation was showing signs of getting out of control, the silent Yuan Qing finally moved. He straightened his fat and ugly body and looked at the crowd with terrifying eyes. The malice lingering around him almost turned into reality.

There is no need for any words, the terrifying aura is enough to scare most people.

The person being stared at by Yuan Qing seemed to have fallen into an ice cave and instantly closed his mouth.

As the crowd gradually quieted down, something no one expected happened.

Among the "prisoners" escorted by the evil insects, a gun barrel was quietly extended, and the black muzzle was aimed at Yuan Qing's heart next to the coffin.

(End of this chapter)