Soon, the shrill of the sirens.
Accompanied by the door being kicked open from the outside, a cloud of dust arose, and the sight of black handguns pointed directly filled the view.
Liang Shiman and Song Qingchen, along with others, didn't even have the time to struggle or escape, as they were all cornered in the warehouse.
Feng Chengjin's actions of raiding the scene were executed flawlessly, leaving no room for anyone, completing it in one seamless move.
Director Song, upon bursting into the warehouse, was stunned by the scene before him.
Ropes, a van, black cloth, whips, numerous tattooed people, and some unusual metal tools favored by some on the streets for dealing with people... not to mention a large tub of water, with ropes tied above, seemingly ready to dunk someone in...
On the other side, a lighter, some unknown bottled beverage, all placed chaotically on an abandoned paint bucket.
