After sending Xin Xiaoting back home, Shen Qiang took a car back to his place.
It was already past ten at night. The taxi stopped outside the alley in the urban village because a Jinbei van was parked across the entrance, blocking the way.
Shen Qiang got out of the car.
At this time, ordinary people had already gone to rest, and it was not yet time for the night shift, so the streets were very quiet.
Smelling the incense of Xin Xiaoting that still lingered on his body, Shen Qiang walked contentedly into the alley.
Shortly after entering the alley, Shen Qiang was surprised to see three men smoking under the streetlight ahead. The leading man felt vaguely familiar, but he could not recall when he had seen him before.
"It's him," the man under the streetlight suddenly said.
The doors of two vans parked nearby opened abruptly, and a dozen young men armed with iron pipes and machetes rushed out of the vehicles, blocking Shen Qiang's escape route.
