Fang Xiaocao squatted next to the stairs, stealthily peering out from behind the balustrade, watching the floor below.
She saw a figure shuffling up from the direction of the basement, cursing under breath with a pronounced limp.
From the build, it was a man.
A rather thin and frail one at that!
Fang Xiaocao silently recalled the memories of the day.
Comparing the build of this man against Han Xue's group one by one.
Quickly!
Fang Xiaocao identified her target.
It was one of the thin, weak-looking middle-aged men.
This middle-aged man had left an impression on Fang Xiaocao.
Because he had the face of a refined scoundrel.
Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, yet his eyes were ferocious, exuding an air of malevolence.
By the looks of it, this guy must have injured his leg.
Before Shi Guang and the others stormed into the villa, he was hidden by Han Xue's group in the basement.
Thinking of this, Fang Xiaocao sneered to herself.
