Zhou Chuan walked on foot toward the Yellow Crane Tower, his mind flooded with thoughts, the road ahead somewhat blurred.
On Tianxing 7th Street, an elderly man with white hair was being beaten by a group of people, while a middle-aged man dressed like a wealthy merchant stood by, gesturing and barking orders.
"Hit him! Beat him to a pulp! It doesn't matter if you beat him to death!"
Chapter 860