“Been waiting for you,” Si Nan said. The Alpha bodyguard named Wan hadn’t yet understood the meaning of those three words when he felt his throat tighten, gripped by an iron-like force by the collar, and then his body went weightless. By the time he realized he was flying backward, it was too late.
”Ahhh—” The bodyguard’s back slammed into the ground, unable to get up before being pinned to the ground by a foot, followed by: “Crack!” That foot broke his ribs, and the bodyguard’s miserable scream pierced the sky.
Behind him, Chun Cao, Ding Shi, and Guo Weixiang stood with heavy machine guns and assault rifles, coldly watching the people from the Feng family.
In the suffocating silence, Zhou Rong walked down the stairs step by step, asking in a low voice: “What’s going on?”
The heavy machine guns from the special forces armory and the police-issued guns stolen midway were not on the same level of deterrence. The Feng family’s bodyguards instantly fell silent, reluctantly retreating and forming a protective circle around Feng Wentai.
The bodyguard named Wan Bin on the open ground continued to twitch, blood flowing from multiple wounds and pooling on the ground.
“Captain Zhou,” Feng Wentai said with barely contained anger, “Your men actually dared…”
Zhou Rong said flatly, “I’m not asking you. Si Nan, give me an explanation.”
But Si Nan seemed not to hear him, only staring at the continuously convulsing Wan Bin, with a gaze that was chilling – cruel and indifferent, as if the person writhing at his feet was not human.
This gaze was completely different from his usual self. If observed carefully, it was like the shadowy side of a strange soul, struggling to awaken from its shell.
At least among the many people present, only Zhou Rong noticed it.
For some reason, Si Nan’s state made Zhou Rong’s heart tighten, and he called out in a low voice: “Si Nan!”
“He… he kept harassing me…” Wu Xinyan’s voice, choked with tears, rang out, and many people turned to look at her.
