They were dressed in crisp black suits, dangerous weapons clutched in their hands, still firing nonstop.
Every one of them had a loop of black cloth wrapped around their arm.
This was the black armband that only appeared when someone in the family had passed away.
The overwhelming scene downstairs, vast and earthshaking, intimidated all the residents looking down from above.
Some rubbed their eyes in disbelief, thinking what they were seeing was just a dream.
"Bang bang bang—"
"Bang bang bang bang bang—"
Yet the rapid gunfire kept ringing out.
Right at the foot of the Imperial City, there was actually such a group of men who didn't care about their lives, acting like this; they must be sick of living.
Very quickly, they understood that whether the people downstairs cared about their lives or not didn't matter; what mattered was that their own lives were now being threatened.
Who knew what the hell these people were up to.
