C178 Bankui must Die

Chiang Le seethed with rage.

Leaning back in his car, he gazed out at the night sky, his eyes drifting over the people milling about on the streets below. A wave of revulsion surged within him, sudden and overwhelming.

A dark impulse whispered in the recesses of his mind: to kill, to destroy, to turn the streets into rivers of blood. It was a chilling thought