Chapter 961: Need an Errand-Running Old Man? (Long Chapter for Monthly Votes/Happy Chinese New Year's Eve)

The still moonlight shone down on the shattered, old road, and spilled onto the slender, emerald-green venomous fangs.

The flesh and blood emanating a green glow were scattered across the nearby road, remnants of the serpent monster as it shattered.

Bang—

Someone slowly squatted down, placing their gun on the ground.

One after another, gang members put down the guns in their hands, gazing at the elderly man standing on the ground resembling ruins, and then slowly raised their hands.

Meanwhile, behind a billboard not far away, a young man hidden in the shadows stared blankly at this scene, clutching the billboard's support pole tightly.

"What am I... exactly..."

In the center of the entire street, a man pinned to the ground by the venomous fangs clenched one of the slender fangs, widened his eyes, lifted his head, reached out, attempting to touch the elderly man in front of him with grizzled hair and blood-stained cheeks.

Hum—