Bang! Bang!
Ten miles of Vermilion Bird Avenue, bright with lights and fireworks.
Everywhere else was still packed with people, full of laughter and cheer, but the area outside Anren Square was filled with a heavy atmosphere.
Chang'an was a melting pot of dragons and snakes, and Xiong Baodong had risen from nothing to his current status, so how could he just be a rascal only capable of devious plots?
His body, covered in knife scars, evoked memories among the bystanders.
There was a time when he was the tyrant in the night, a name spread far and wide through blood wars in the long streets…
What's key is that he was also very shrewd, always clearing away the limbs and debris before dawn, even bearing the pain to have his men wash away the blood with water…
Often, the locals would hear the clashing of weapons and screams, but by the next morning, the streets would be wet with nothing but water stains.
