Chapter 575 Heads Rolling Down

• At that moment, the sound of roaring cars filled the air, as seven or eight off-road vehicles parked arrogantly at the mausoleum in the western suburbs. The dazzling incandescent lights momentarily blinded the eyes.
• Around 40 to 50 people emerged from the vehicles with an aggressive demeanor. Their arms bore wolf head tattoos, while they wielded machetes, steel rods, and even shotguns. They exuded an air of arrogance.
• A man in his forties, dressed in a suit and leather shoes but radiating a bandit-like aura, was the first to jump out of the car. He bellowed with arrogance, "You bastard! You killed my son and dared to ask me to collect the body? I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. Finally, I've found you!"