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"You don’t know shit," the leader of the gang cursed, "Just from the sound of the engine you can tell it’s not ordinary, this is a big fish, you get ? The car looks so low-key, but the performance... Let tell you, these people are the easiest to extort protection money from, they often can’t be bothered with us, their ti is worth so much more than this bit of cash."

The gang’s boss walked over to the driver’s side of the car and knocked on the window, shouting outside, "Roll it down, roll it down, let’s talk..."

His words suddenly stopped because the window did indeed roll down, but only a little bit.

From the crack of the window, a pitch-black gun barrel appeared.

"Pfft—" The gun barrel quivered slightly and the unique sound of a silencer was heard as a bullet whizzed past the gang leader’s head, missing by three to four inches.

It didn’t hit.

But the airflow from the bullet grazed the boss’s face, leaving a peculiar sensation.

It was a sense of crisis as if facing death itself.

Sweat imdiately dripped down the forehead of the boss, who hadn’t expected to see a gun in Area C.

And to fire so carelessly in Area C...

Either they were so powerful he couldn’t imagine, or they were so daring he couldn’t imagine.

So he quickly bowed ninety degrees in apology, "Sorry, give a minute to pull out the spikes!"

Having said this, the gang leader ran back to the spikes, snatched the spike puller from the still dazed hands of his underling, and swiftly removed a few spikes on the road. Then, with his minions, they stood in line by the roadside, saluting the sedan as it drove away.

"Boss, they..." So had witnessed the scene, and others had not, and naturally, those who hadn’t seen had questions.

"He fucking shot!" The boss only now revealed his own fear, "The gun was just fifty centiters away from back then... Let’s not stop any cars tonight, I feel like sothing’s not right with the atmosphere."

His heart was still pounding violently, but he understood that it wasn’t just because of the shot that had just been fired.

It was an instinctive sense of crisis.

He had a premonition that sothing big was going to happen tonight, sothing much more serious than that damn new Black Wall.

He needed to hurry and buy so stuff to hide out at ho.

——

Jiang Shu opened the hotel door with Liu Tingruo following behind.

The two had returned to this hotel, having encountered no more chaos on their way; after all, this was Area C, much better than so other areas.

With the outside world seemingly on the brink of a storm, the best choice for the two would still be to return to the small house at their secret base and squeeze in with Lang Tai and the others.

However, both thought of the things they had left at the hotel, deciding to co back to check on them first.

"So..." Jiang Shu turned around, and Liu Tingruo was also looking at him.

"Should you take a shower?"

"Should I take a shower?"

They said in unison.

Now, perhaps influenced by the comfortable atmosphere of the hotel, they both decided to stay put for the ti being.

Liu Tingruo picked up a towel and pajamas, dragging her feet towards the bathroom.

While Jiang Shu walked to the balcony, exhaling deeply a few tis.

But suddenly, he saw a card wedged in the window.

The card had a simple design.

A tree, a black figure hanging upside down from it.

The Hanged Man...

Clo?!

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