As hundreds of men were shouting, they were all slamming their heads onto the ground, to the extent that blood was oozing out of their foreheads.
What made it more shocking was that they had been kneeling there for three whole days.
Ever since the news of Jacky Lawson’s death spread, the men began to gather in front of the villa.
They were all Jacky’s fellow disciples of the same master.
Their master does have the intention to head for South City, but it just wasn’t the right time yet as he was still in the midst of his solitary meditation.
But now that Jacky was dead, his fellow disciples could wait no longer.
Hence, they were pleading with their master to end his mediation earlier.
Sigh!
Suddenly a loud sigh was heard from within the villa.
The hundreds of disciples who heard it began to feel excited.
Their faces which were previously pale with despair were now glowing brilliantly.
Creak!
In the next moment, the villa’s door slowly opened.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Suddenly, two rows of bodyguards dressed in red marched out.
Upon their clothes, the word “Heimler” was embroidered onto it.
After that, an old man surrounded by a group of six bodyguards emerged.
All six of them were wearing masks and were dressed exactly like the two men Jacky had brought with him.
The old man was wearing a white robe and did not look any different from any other men of his age. His eyes were cloudy and he had an unsteady gait, as if the wind could cause him to fall anytime.
“All hail the master!”
The hundreds of disciples chanted.
All of their faces were filled with respect and admiration.
“Is Jacky really done for?” The old man asked in a trembling voice.
“Master, Jacky will be staying in South City forever and is never coming back,” his disciples answered.
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