"Fuck his mother!"
He started cursing.
Jiang Feng knew trouble was brewing upon hearing this.
Song Heping rarely swears.
But once he does, it means he is about to ruthlessly deal with someone.
Down to the first floor, instead of going through the main door, Song Heping turned towards a window in the side hall and climbed out.
Outside was a narrow alley, and sure enough, there was no ambush here.
Because it was a dead-end alley, nobody would expect someone to exit from here.
The gunshots continued.
The townspeople were hiding in their homes, too afraid to go out.
Song Heping directly broke through the neighbor's window next door and climbed in.
The house was pitch dark, but with the help of night vision devices, their movement was unobstructed.
The male homeowner silently descended the stairs with a wooden stick and came face-to-face with Song Heping.
Several gun barrels were aimed at him.
The man was so frightened that he almost wet his pants.
