Li Yan couldn't see anyone in the apartment, with his left hand grasping the knife handle in a reverse grip and his right hand holding a gun, his shoes stepping on the silent corridor.
The women who usually lounge on the dilapidated sofa with legs crossed, waiting for clients, had vanished without a trace.
Used plastic wrappers littered the floor, and the usual yapping sounds from inside the room were nowhere to be heard.
Suddenly, Li Yan dropped to a crouch and rolled on the ground, hearing a loud bang next to his ear. The light red sofa burst open violently, springs and cotton flying everywhere.
Yu, hidden behind the wall, clenched his teeth, finding Li Yan's animal-like keen senses somewhat troublesome.
He exhaled slowly, then popped his head out again, and suddenly, with a roar of gunfire, the man's vision went dark!
Li Yan's eyebrows furrowed tightly, the air filled with a teeth-gritting sound of metal shattering that sent chills down one's spine.
