Capítulo 297: Getting on the Car

In the golden autumn season, everything around them seemed to have been dying since the day and night were alternating with each other. The temperature had already become chilly now.

As the sun gradually dropped to the horizon, a semi-circular bright moon slowly rose to the sky. At that time, in an unnoticed dark alley in the bustling metropolis of New York, over ten black young men wearing black T-shirts with a red sash chain soaring out of a drawing of a flame armed with chains and baseball bats surrounded three to five brown-skinned American-Mexican who had an aquiline nose. It seemed like their encountered had turned into a chaotic beating.