"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three successive gunshots shattered the peace of the urban village.
Brother Biao, clinging to the drainpipe, felt a chill in his heart. He immediately realized that it was Liu Zi and the others inside the house who had clashed with Guo An's men.
He glanced down the building; there were still four or five meters to the ground. Jumping from this height could risk spraining an ankle. After all, he was just a hardened hitman, not a special forces operative like Chen Wei and the others.
But there was no time to hesitate now. He could already hear Liu Zi's screams. If he delayed any longer, Guo An's men would soon surround the place, and there would be no chance to escape.
"Damn it!" Brother Biao cursed under his breath, suddenly releasing his grip on the drainpipe. His body plunged down like a stone.
"Plop!"
He landed feet first, then crashed heavily to the ground, feeling a piercing pain in his ankle.
