Gu Jianlin was returning to the shop when he saw a group of men in black cursing loudly as they exited. From a distance, he could see they were carrying steel rods, machetes, and even a shotgun.
Three stowaways stood at the shop entrance, watching with expressions full of fear.
Gu Jianlin ignored them and directly walked into the store to take a look.
The goods in the shop were intact, but other everyday items had been smashed into pieces. The ground was covered in broken glass, shattered fans, and torn electrical wires.
On a wrecked recliner, Zhong Guoqing sat with his head hung low. His hair had gone noticeably grayer overnight. His clothes bore muddy footprints, and his collar was stained with blood from his nose.
"Xiao… Xiao Gu."
Zhong Li was squatting on the floor, cleaning up her father's nosebleed. Keeping her head down, she softly said, "You're back."
Gu Jianlin asked indifferently, "What happened here?"
"Nothing, nothing, just a little conflict with some people."
