After an unknown amount of time, Jing Yang suddenly opened his eyes. Like waking from a dream, there was a feeling of disillusionment. Then came the sensation of being bound by something and suffocated by heavy objects... He struggled with all his might, dim light filtering through the cracks in the weight. Jing Yang struggled even more violently, pushing all the objects off his body. Finally, he was free from the restraints and no longer had to maintain an awkward posture. Although tired, he could lie comfortably on his back.,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,Jingyang's head was in a whirl, he just wanted to escape this pile of corpses as quickly as possible. He used his hands and feet, slipping several times, his legs going soft, squeezing through the towering, messy grass, trying to climb out.。