The night had fallen, and after Lin Shuang had dropped off Su Wanqiao, he took a long time to return to his dilapidated rental house.
He lived in a decrepit little rental, and upon arriving home, Lin Shuang immediately closed the door, stripped off his clothes, and prepared to take a shower before going to bed.
At the same time Lin Shuang had just entered his house, downstairs in the rental building.
In the cover of darkness, two BMW sedans slowly pulled up to the curb.
From the BMWs, eight men dressed in black suits exchanged glances and then nodded to one another.
They had been stealthily following, trailing Lin Shuang to the building where he lived.
Now, they were ready to make their move.
The eight men slowly got out of the cars, each holding a newspaper-rolled tube, within which... were concealed sharp machetes.
The eight assassins silently made their way upstairs, sneaking up to the door of Lin Shuang's rental without a sound.
