Chen Feng quietly opened the door and slipped out, hiding behind a shelf. Sure enough, just as he suspected, someone had sneaked in. Not one but three, and fortunately, none of them were carrying weapons. When Chen Feng got a clear view of their figures, he was momentarily stunned—it was three foreigners, each with a scorpion tattoo on their necks.
Chen Feng's brows furrowed as he held three Round Head Nails between his fingers, thinking to himself, "Aren't these the Scorpio Gang's men? Why are they here? When did the Scorpio Gang learn to be thieves?"
Chen Feng moved swiftly and quietly behind the last person in the line, covered his mouth with one hand, and pressed a Round Head Nail to his life gate acupoint with the other. The man lost consciousness instantly. The two foreigners in the front heard a noise but didn't pay much attention, thinking perhaps their companion had stepped on something.
