Nightmare Attack

His gaze stopped for a moment on the coachman's shoes, Jiang Cheng's brows slightly wrinkled.

There were a few broken tables at the mouth of the nearby alley, and a large iron kettle stood on the ground. It was dark and black, and there was a fire underneath, and white water vapor spewed from the mouth of the kettle.

A few people sat around the table sparsely, their clothes were tattered, and their hands were shaking their fans. Some of them were looking down at the newspaper. There was a big bowl on the table, and they took a sip from time to time.

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