Yangcong stood at the center of the Capital of Sadala. Wanted fliers were posted everywhere for the war criminal. Wearing his monk type of robe and having a shaved head, he kept a hood over his head as he walked the midnight streets. Taori had been made King and Yangcong could only smirk as he was shocked that the once soldier was now King.
Two sentries were walking by, Yangcong’s ki signature had been scrambled due to using tuffle technology. One of them spoke as they saw the back of his head.
“Hey, drop your hood down and show us your face.”
Yangcong had brought his left hand up to the hood, grabbing it and quickly turning around to throw his golden dagger straight at the sentry’s throat. Choking in his own blood, Yangcong had appeared right behind the second sentry with his second golden dagger underneath his neck.
“That golden dagger…”
His neck had been sliced and both men were dead on the ground. Yangcong had gathered his daggers and looking at both of the men.
“Such a shame. Given a few more years and you both could have had a chance.”
Yangcong then had aimed his left hand to one of the buildings and firing a ki blast at it in hopes of destroying the entire building that had people inside of them.