Aura Stained with Gunfire

In a beggar's den in Feicheng, two teenagers shared the last piece of cornstarch that had been frozen solid. In a warehouse in the suburbs, the once arrogant underground emperor was destroyed in the cold winter snowflakes. On the Qingyun Pavilion, a disciple shot his way through fear and awe with one shot after another. At the gambling table in Jincheng, the wealthy businessmen are just foils in their respective dramas. Outside the Federal Government, how should the fate of mankind be written? The counterattack of little people will bring us different feelings...