In an instant, paradise and hell coexisted.
Or perhaps life is always filled with all kinds of unpredictability.
As the cold, menacing barrels of guns pointed from all directions, Cai Jian's fiery blood quickly cooled, instinctively looking towards his mainstay, his uncle.
But even his uncle, who had struggled in the outside world for decades, seemed to have encountered a problem, his face as grim as water, frozen in the act of drawing his knife.
True.
In front of so many gun barrels, there was no point in drawing the knife, even if he could.
"Which road are you all from?"
Walking along the river often, it's inevitable to get your shoes wet. Always engaging in shady deals, one is bound to encounter ghosts sometime. The local boss probably wasn't encountering such a situation for the first time, showing no panic, at least not on the surface, while his mind quickly searched for the possible origins of the enemy.
But in a short time, how could he get an accurate answer?
