"I'm looking for Mr. Johnson," Kadar casually lied about a name.
"There's no Johnson here." The lady pointed to the nameplate on the wall and said, "You've come to the wrong place."
"How many people are in your house?" Kadar didn't care and just asked.
Whether the other side wanted to talk or not, he didn't really mind.
"Please leave." The lady, indeed unwilling to say, began to sense the danger and was about to close the door as she spoke.
Kadar smiled and, with a swift motion, inserted the crowbar into the door gap.
The door, naturally, couldn't be closed.
The lady widened her eyes in terror, but her daily life was too removed from violence. Before she could react, Kadar had kicked the door open with great force, the doorframe hitting her and knocking her to the ground in pain.
Kadar took the opportunity to enter, saying nothing more, and swung the crowbar at her head, causing her to bleed profusely and pass out.
Only then did Ismail rush in.
