Shush! Shush! Shush!
Time ticked away by the minute, and each step that subordinate took forward, each accompanying footstep that landed on Lu Tong's ears, was startlingly alarming…
He was waiting, fingers tightly gripping the trigger of the gun that had its safety already off, with sweat streaming down his forehead.
Finally, the subordinate approached the opposite side, stopped before the car, and looked behind the vehicle.
The tall silhouette of the subordinate blocked Lu Tong's view completely, preventing him from seeing what was happening behind the car.
However, the inability to see did not seem to impair his judgment.
He suddenly became clearly aware that the struggling Burmese gang leader was either already dead or had lost the ability to fight.
Otherwise, with the ruthless nature of the Burmese gangsters, if they discovered someone standing in front of them, they would not have held back from shooting.
