Afterward, Han Jingting led Ding Lijuan and Han Bowwen out of the villa.
When they had left, Chen Xuan lit a cigarette and moved a chair to sit at the villa's entrance.
To anyone observing him, he appeared hospitable and eager to welcome visitors from afar.
Who could have imagined that what he was waiting for was a storm of blood and violence!
Half an hour later.
Squeal! Squeal!
Accompanied by the shrill screeching of brakes, two to three dozen black sedans stopped in front of the villa, blocking the road so tightly that the villa was encircled by layers of vehicles.
The car doors opened, and Tang Dao, accompanied by over a hundred stout men carrying large sabers, approached.
Such an impressive show of force frightened the residents of the neighborhood into hiding, and even the normally well-trained and responsible security team was utterly defeated.
