In Front Of The Bureau Of Military Affairs, A Great Head

It was pitch black and deserted beside the city gate.

The city gate had long been emptied. The residents of Jingdou had been kept outside the police cordon. With faces full of shock, they watched the group coming in from the South. They saw the blood on the people, the bodies on the horses, and the young man riding straight-backed on a large horse in the lead.

A loud clamor went up.

Sir Fan junior that had been separated from Jingdou for a year and had finally returned to the capital. However, no one expected that coming back with him would be this many bodies and blood, as well as a very broken black Overwatch Council carriage that seemed like it could fall apart at any moment.