C3171 The Night Was as Red as Blood

Jiang Ting was breathing heavily as he leaned against the wall.

Around him, there were eight people who had been badly mutilated by the punches. None of them were in good shape, and they had died a long time ago.

Four other people were kneeling on the ground with trembling bodies and weapons as support. Their faces were pale white. Their arms and legs were extremely weak