As Cui Hao's front door was kicked open, the sound coincided with several burly men quickly rushing inside.
The leader was a bald man over six feet tall, clutching a two-meter long wooden stick in his hand.
Although the thugs behind the bald man weren't as imposing as he was, each one was carrying various types of weapons in their hands.
Clearly, they were not here to talk things out, otherwise, they wouldn't have brought those weapons with them.
The sound not only made Cui Hao, who was in the kitchen, clutch a kitchen knife and rush out immediately, but it also caused some of the neighbors from the small bungalows nearby to quickly come over.
"What's going on..."
The first neighbor to rush over was a man in his early forties, fairly well-built, who initially looked fierce and menacing but softened his sharp gaze upon seeing the weapons in the thugs' hands.
"What happened?"
