Fifty people are not enough to plug their teeth, not enough to drink blood with two knives, not enough to bear the anger and bloody revenge of Lin Xie. In the blink of an eye, about three-quarters of the fifty people were slaughtered. There were only about ten people standing there, wondering what to do? Cry or laugh, advance or retreat.

Zhang Yi Shitian felt the place where he didn't have a little finger, and a tornado was blowing in his heart: some people used two knives, hundreds of people used guns, and the man walked through the forest of guns and rain bombs, but he didn't die. Instead, he...