Just as the fighters were wreaking havoc everywhere.
Meng Shengrong and his family were huddling together in fear. His wife and thirteen-year-old daughter clung to Meng Shengrong's hand, staring fearfully at the silent soldier standing there. They had no idea what these people had planned next. Meng Shengrong asked, but all they told him was to wait. Afraid of provoking them, he didn't dare to question any further.
The location had been moved from the bedroom to the living room.
The handcuffs on Meng Shengrong's wrists had been removed by the fighters. They wanted to save face in front of his family. Initially, they were afraid that Meng Shengrong might do something reckless due to misjudgments. But now, with his family around and the previous conversation, unless Meng Shengrong was senseless, he wouldn't dare to act irrationally.
The silent waiting was the most terrifying.
Especially when a cold, frightening figure was standing next to them.
