Celestial Sea City, Golden Sand Street.
Thick clouds covered the sky, and rain poured down on the street.
A fierce wind blew, making the already bare trees, stripped by the impending autumn, even more "naked" as leaves were whisked away.
Under the dim streetlights on both sides of the street, a gang with tattooed arms brawled with another gang dressed as security guards.
The scene was a bloodbath, filled with wailing cries.
The once bustling street was now deserted except for these two groups, even passing cars made quick U-turns to avoid getting involved.
Altogether, both groups had around thirty people, all with fierce expressions, armed with weapons, facing off against each other.
Wang Biao held a cigarette in his mouth, a Wolf Fang Club in his hand, stepping on the head of a thug in security uniform, he cursed, "You dare act tough with me? Are you not afraid to die?"
