The setting sun painted the sky, and tall, unkempt grass filled Jingyang's vision. He realized belatedly how and when he had ended up in this desolate wilderness.,He suddenly sat up, but slipped and fell with his limbs weak.,He looked around, taking in the scene. Amidst the towering and verdant grasses, he could faintly see corpses scattered everywhere. He had just been buried under a pile of them! Around these corpses in suits were scattered bullet casings and handguns… A gang war No way! What era is this, where gangsters still dare to be so wild。