"No!" Hassan shouted. "Yecheng, it's against the law for you to kill me. You can't kill me."

"Killing a drug lord is meritorious! And you were shot on the spot because you refused to arrest with weapons, and the result was perfect."

Ye Cheng smiled like a fox, nodded at the high cold of An Gao, and sprinted to the pole to come under the hands of the Kimono-clad Takagawa Association.

There was a gunshot behind him, and four men in front of him rushed up with knives.

Ye crushed the chair with one foot, pulled out the legs of two wooden stools and held them in his hands. He...