Luo Sanming was no longer the calm and composed man he usually was. Panic-stricken, he tried to scramble out of bed, wanting to get away from the corpses.
But just as he got up, Lu Feng kicked him back down.
He crawled around on the corpse-laden bed, leaving his fingerprints all over the bodies.
Finally, he rolled off the bed from the other side.
He quickly got up, a mix of shock and anger: "Song Guanchao, do you really want to push things this far?"
Song Guanchao sneered silently, quietly enjoying his final struggles.
At that moment, beams of light from car headlights shot through the bedroom window.
Luo Sanming jerked his head up, seeing police cars with flashing red and blue lights that had somehow entered the estate.
Car doors opened, and well-trained armed police officers poured into the estate hall.
The sound of footsteps grew closer, becoming more distinct.
