C375 A Hundred Heads Is Not Enough

Yang Jingtian was smoking a cigarette as he strolled along the street. Occasionally, a car would pass by him.

The capital was a city of Nightless City. It was said that the streets would be as lively as during the day in the second half of the night. Yang Jingtian, who had come to the capital for the first time, felt it for himself.

He walked in front, followed by a car at a moderate pace