he musket fired.The black hole of the muzzle burst forth with a burst of orange-red flames.The five or six death row guards in front of Duan Jinjiang were running rapidly, one after another, falling t...e him a commanding position. His posture, with his head bowed slightly, allowed him to look down at Emperor Jian's heart with an unnerving intensity."Where the imperial court's control does not reach,...
Chapter 1817: Human Purgatory