Outside Yuan Clothing Building.
"Team Leader... the target has entered the building, it's starting..."
Su Bingbing said angrily, "Even that one doesn't follow the rules, Da Wu grants martial artists preferential treatment, allowing them to resolve their own grudges and not pursuing criminal responsibility afterward... Such tolerance, and yet that one didn't even choose a good location... This is a busy district, if the strangeness leaks out, the death and injury of ordinary people will be severe, and we'll be responsible!"
"Sigh…" The middle-aged team leader held his thermos cup filled with goji berries, "We have to consider the other party, after all, they just lost a child... a nephew!"
Crack!
Just then, the glass on a certain floor of the Yuan Clothing Building suddenly shattered and fell to the ground, causing pedestrians to exclaim in alarm.
"They've made their move... Set up the warning line, disperse the crowd!"
