Urban Dark Lord

Wang Zheng glanced at Shangguan Yunxiao's already unrecognizable corpse and then took a long, deep breath. Looking up at the sky, he could smell faint traces of blood and gunpowder in the breeze.,The scent was reminiscent of several years ago on that battlefield.,A while later, Wang Zheng turned around and opened the door of an old model Passat. He started the car and sped away.。