The splatter of blood, the sound of bullets piercing flesh, the sound of bones breaking, wails and screams accompanying the roar of gunfire, akin to a symphony of hell.
"Stop... stop this... I promise... I will become the Governor of Tyrone City..." Kun Sha's eyes were almost bleeding, hoarsely shouting.
"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly." God looked at Kun Sha coldly and said.
"I will become... the Governor of... Tyrone... Tyrone District..." Kun Sha's lips trembled, tears of humiliation falling uncontrollably.
"Very well, remember, you are becoming the Governor for the residents of Tairuo District, not for us. My dear Governor, don't casually utter such childish remarks, they only make you seem pitiful." God glanced at the now quiet plaza: "It's a pity, you were too slow to save these people's lives. But luckily, it's not too late, you managed to save at least hundreds of thousands of lives."
