When the two of them grabbed Tang Ning, they both had shown their faces, so someone might recognize them if they went looking. Old Third was different, though—he was driving the car at the time, and not many people know him, so he might not get recognized.
"Boss, I'll go take a look right now," Old Third said, and then walked out of the room.
Boss and Old Second stood at the window, parting the curtains just enough to peek through to the street below.
Down below, next to the car, stood three young hoodlums.
One of them was about seventeen or eighteen years old with a cropped haircut and a faint scar at the corner of his eye, giving him a somewhat murderous air.
The cropped-hair lad's eyes never stopped moving as they scanned the rented rooms above, his gaze as slippery as an eel. He quickly spotted one of the curtains opening a crack, someone snooping from inside.
It seemed as though he hadn't noticed at first, and quickly bowed his head.
