Han Feng's revenge came quickly, but Ye Cheng was surprised.

Sitting in his old position, Ye Cheng drank and looked into the deep part of the quiet street, where there was a little noise, and in the silence, it seemed as if he could hear the muffled sound of popping.

As the neon fades away, the smell of blood in the air becomes stronger and stronger.

I don't know how long it took. A siren sounded all over the sky. About three or four police cars whistled past Yecheng, stopped at the entrance of a nearby lane, and drew up the boundary line.

Sensitivity occurred again. The death toll was...