"Alright!" Shen Tianbing nodded and picked up the walkie-talkie. "Move out!"
As soon as he gave the order—BANG! BANG! BANG!—gunshots erupted from the second floor of the teahouse.
"Take care of him," Shen Tianbing said into the device, but just as he finished, he suddenly heard a second volley of gunfire from upstairs.
He and Shen Jingfeng exchanged a glance, their brows furrowing in unison. They both sensed that something was wrong.
In the next second—BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!—an onslaught of gunfire erupted from within the teahouse.
"What's going on?" the two men asked, staring at each other again with disbelief spreading across their faces. An ordinary person should have gone down with a single shot. Why were there still gunshots ringing out from the teahouse, with no sign of stopping?
Several seconds passed before the gunfire gradually died away.
