Qin Huai appeared indifferent, sensing another opportunity to gain experience. He knew that joining a group like the Blood Poison Gang was the right decision.
Clouds and mist filled the air, shrouding the Qingzhou River in mystery. At the Lower Bay Pier, a man dressed in red walked alone along the pier street.
Suddenly, a group of gray-robed men charged at Qin Huai from both sides of the street. They attacked him amidst the thick fog, scattering powder all around. In the next instant, their hands turned into poison-wrapped fists that struck Qin Huai's body.
"Blood qi armor!"
Accompanied by stabbing sounds, a series of screams echoed through the dock street as the attackers retreated, horrified by their rotting fists that exposed their bones. The rotting flesh spread rapidly, prompting desperate cries for help, but to no avail.