Feng Jun paid little mind to the roaring of motorbikes outside—after killing so many people, one naturally becomes bolder.
He was still searching around the house when he heard a knock on the door.
Sister Hong, who was inside the taxi and had already pushed the door open, intending to follow inside and take a look, heard the noise and quietly slipped back into the car, gently closing the door.
Feng Jun raised his hand to his face, and in an instant, adopted a new countenance, one that bore a seven to eight-point resemblance to the taxi driver if not examined closely.
After all, he had learned the Thousand Faces Technique, which is the art of changing appearance, not the art of mimicking life.
He opened the courtyard door, only to frown immediately: Holy shit, are those cops?
The visiting officer was alone, riding a unique Siam police tricycle motorbike, with two wheels at the front and one at the back.
