Xu Xiangyang clutched the pistol in his arms, his fingertips still trembling, but his feet did not hesitate for a moment, decisive and swift, he charged up the stairs; at first, he tried to be steady, worried about being discovered, but then, as the emotions in his heart blazed like fireworks, he walked faster and his strides grew larger until he was practically flying.
And the consequence of such recklessness was—
Xu Xiangyang collided head-on with the other party's men.
The moment he stepped out of the fire escape, a man wearing a duckbill cap happened to be coming from the front, and they nearly bumped foreheads.
Seeing a stranger who was not only unfamiliar but also had a face that looked too young, the man froze for half a second before quickly regaining his composure.
"Don't move, I...!"
Perhaps too nervous, the fingers of the duckbill cap man twitching from his pocket were so spasmodic it was unclear whether he intended to draw a weapon or to summon an Evil Spirit.
