All was quiet, both inside and outside the room. Everyone held their breath and focused on the sounds outside the door.
Shen Yin hoped that it was Wu Zheng and the others. At least they had guns and would not face the criminals unarmed.
However, her hopes were destined to be dashed.
She could clearly hear her own heartbeat. Soon, the person outside seemed to lose his patience. He kicked the door open with a bang.
The thugs behind the door, armed with tasers and knives, swarmed toward the person at the door.
Lian Jing held a gun in his hand. With a cold gaze, he shot an approaching person and broke his leg.
The others did not dare to move. Their eyes filled with terror when they saw Lian Jing's cold face.
This person was like Death. They had no doubt that if they dared to move again, he would take their lives next.
Only Fourth Brother quietly put his hands behind his back and swiped his fingers back and forth on the phone screen.
