The bar's front door suddenly burst open.
A brawny man with a back as broad as a tiger's and a waist as thick as a bear's strode out from inside.
He pointed at the crowd and said:
"The boss is in a good mood today, come on in and support us, drinks are on the house."
The middle-aged man hesitated and asked, "What if we don't go in?"
"Don't come in? The next trial for your sins is to be held inside the bar, and if you don't come—"
The brawny man grinned, his eyes full of anticipation as he glanced at Wu Xiaode.
The middle-aged man also looked towards Wu Xiaode.
Over Wu Xiaode's head now appeared the mark of the "Judge."
Damn it.
We can't use power here!
We mustn't give the other side a chance to fabricate charges against us, otherwise, it's all over for us.
"Boss, look!"
One of his underlings exclaimed in alarm.
The middle-aged man lowered his head to look.
The ground, made of flesh and blood, started to wriggle incessantly.
