On a tree-lined road in the deep forest, the surrounding branches creaked with the wind. Dark green leaves fell to the ground, adding a thick layer of the green quilt to the dark soil. In the gap between the leaves and the branches, the sunlight filtered through, creating a serene atmosphere.
However, in this quiet place, a massacre was happening!
A group of men in black surrounded four tall men who were covered in wounds, black mud, and red blood. The four men were in a protective position, protecting a man wearing a mask in the middle.
Jiang Zhennan half-knelt on the ground, the long knife in his hand was stained with blood that had turned black, but it could not hide its sharpness.
He held the handle of the knife with one hand and used it to support his entire weight. He used the other hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth under the mask.
