Li Xiaoqiang, seeing the arrogance of those from the Heavenly Mysterious Gang, really wished he could crush them underfoot and grind them into the ground. People who degenerate to such an extent truly reach a certain state of being.
Li Xiaoqiang took the spear from his back and proclaimed while holding it in his hand, "Your faces are thicker than even mine, Li Xiaoqiang. I'm impressed, truly impressed!"
As Li Xiaoqiang said this, he turned his head and glared at Wang Ming, his voice cold, "For the sake of those innocents who died or got injured in the village, let us use the blood of these bastards to appease their restless souls. Heaven above, I, Li Xiaoqiang, hereby embark on a slaughter, and it's not by choice!"
The upcoming battle, Li Xiaoqiang knew, would surely drench Jiuzhou in blood.
