Crackle... Crackle... The static on the television screen finally faded.

"Stop! Please stop! I'm begging you... Waaah!"

"Don't hurt him! Stop! You're going to kill him! I'm begging you!"

"I'll kill you!!"

The image depicted the Huang Clan's earthen building in complete ruins as over 100 bald gangsters wreaked havoc to their heart's content, forcing the residents to relocate through physical violence. Countless women were dragged out of their rooms by the hair, then slammed against the wall as they howled and sobbed. Immediately thereafter, more gangsters would rush into their houses, picking up closets, mirrors, dressing tables, and other pieces of furniture before throwing them downstairs.

The footage was shaking quite severely, indicating that it was captured by a handheld video camera rather than one with a set base. As a result, the viewing quality was naturally compromised, but it gave the footage an indescribable sense of realism.

Qin Ye looked on in silence. He saw an elderly man forcibly held down by several gangsters as his treasured photos and old military uniforms were tossed down onto the first floor one by one. The elderly man was at least in his seventies, and he was roaring like a trapped beast. His hair had completely stood up on end, and he watched with bloodshot eyes as the treasured memories in his room were crushed bit by bit into powder before being incinerated into...