In a leaky attic in a New York slum, I held a blood-stained saber and looked at the corpses on the ground with a deep and indifferent gaze.
The satellite phone suddenly rang, and a secret message from Long Xia that had not been heard for five years came from the other end: "King King, the dragon's veins are about to be broken."
Three years ago, the Nine Dragon Chair at the top of the Forbidden City belonged only to me.
The heads of the major families knelt on the jade steps, but they were secretly connected.
They were afraid of my iron blood and drove me out of Longxia overnight.
Now the phone is hung up, and the sirens outside the window tear through the rain.
I rubbed the "" mark on the handle of the knife.
——It's time for those people to relive the fear of being dominated by King Kyo.
