Suddenly, Jack had a bad feeling again. He saw the people on the ground clutching their throats so hard that their fingers were stuck in the wounds. Their thick knuckles were poking in and out of the bright red gaps.,'It should be a passerby, as long as they don't make a sound, the other party will politely scram.',As he spoke, he cast his gaze towards Old Jack standing beside him. Seeing the latter’s bewildered expression, he nonchalantly took off his old hat and placed it on his chest, then with a lazy slight bow, said:。