Meng Chao found a half-abandoned building opposite Number 702.
Like a gecko, he silently climbed onto the rooftop.
He carefully scanned the surrounding environment of seven or eight streets on the rooftop and constructed a lifelike model in the depths of his brain. In the repeated deduction, he drew up a battle and escape plan.
Within a radius of three to five hundred meters, almost no sound could be heard.
Downstairs, there was only a dumpling restaurant that was already closed. Its shutters were partially-closed, and seven or eight idlers who lived nearby were gathered inside. There were about ten dumplings, half a crate of beer, and a television hanging on the ceiling. They were chatting with the boss.
Of course, they were talking about what had just happened at Xinhui Business Center.
