Standing outside just now, who could have guessed the mansion would be so lively inside.
Besides those standing, there were those lying around, bodies and limbs scattered, crushing the plants; the walls of blue bricks were graffitied, and blood dripped from the leaves glistening under the moonlight.
Damn it.
So many people, pairs of eyes like wolves surrounding him, how could there be no sound at all?
It's really a trap.
Perhaps out of anger, Boss Jiang raised his hand.
"Beep——"
Damn, they're geniuses!
The loud horn shattered the eerie atmosphere, and caught off guard, many people shuddered; the feeling should be akin to someone suddenly banging a gong beside your ear while sleepwalking. Boss Jiang's ancestors up to eighteen generations were probably greeted warmly.
Does Jiang Chen care?
Of course not.
