Zhang Fan arrived at the window, pushed it open, and directly jumped in, followed closely by Hua Ling.
As soon as he landed, Hua Ling's pores tightened, yet he saw Zhang Fan swagger straight towards the room, and his heart almost leapt out.
Dammit, wasn't this guy afraid that there might be a thug squatting by the door, ready to shoot him on sight?
After passing through two rooms, Zhang Fan finally stopped.
Because on the other side of the wall, there was a guy leaning against it, smoking.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Zhang Fan gently knocked on the wall, slowly moving towards the doorway.
Instantly, that guy became alert, took out a handgun, and tiptoed towards this side.
Hua Ling didn't understand but felt impressed; however, in the next moment, Zhang Fan stretched out his hand.
Before the thug could react, Zhang Fan chopped him on the neck, instantly knocking him unconscious.
