Ye Wudao drove the van, following directions, and stopped in front of a large building. He asked them, "Is this the place?"
The guy sitting in the passenger seat nodded fearfully. This man was like a devil, terrifying him, and he had no idea what he might do next.
"Alright, hold on tight."
Ye Wudao gave him a devilish smile, stepped on the gas, and the van's engine roared as it climbed the stairs. With a thunderous crash, Ye Wudao smashed right through the main doors and, with a screech, the van came to a stop inside the lobby.
Ye Wudao got out of the van, pulled the Eastern Blade from the leg of the guy in the passenger seat, and, holding him with one hand as if dragging a dead dog, walked into the building, leaving a chilling trail of blood on the smooth, white porcelain tiles.
"What... what are you doing?"
At that moment, the people inside the building came to their senses and shouted loudly in questioning.