Jingyang suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps erupted on his scalp. A wave of cold air shot straight up to his brain from the base of his spine.,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,Wild Wolf Jing Yang's pupils contracted. The pentagram of blood quickly dissipated on the enemy wolf's tongue, unable to leave the expected rose-gold pentagram pattern - it was a failure!。