Song Jia heard this and felt even more anxious, sensing the ominous feeling of an impending storm brewing in the air.
"Then, let me ask one more thing, ha. What exactly was exposed?"
"The residence."
"Oh!" Song Jia breathed a sigh of relief, "There's no problem with my Yingying's place, right? Was it exposed?"
"No."
"That's a relief."
Song Jia finally relaxed. She didn't really understand the world of these people; she only knew it involved gang rivalry.
However, those things were none of her concern. She just needed to ensure her own interests were protected.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, in the still of the night, several gunshots rang out, and then the car veered out of control to one side.
"Aaah—"
Song Jia screamed in fright.
"What happened? What happened?"
Everyone tensed up, but no one spoke.
Song Jia's scream mixed with the sound of screeching brakes, piercing through the air.
"Damn it, someone shot the tires, and all the cars have been forced to stop."
