"Ziwen, is… is it over?" Li Ruo sat on the toilet; just now, in that split second, she almost didn't even dare breathe.
"It… it seems to be over!" Lin Ziwen nodded, his face gone pale.
Outside, the smashing and banging was still going on.
Zhang Lang led a few dozen men charging toward Futai Group, but they ran into an obstacle halfway there. Hong Kai brought more than a hundred men and was waiting for them on a bridge they had to cross. Even though it was broad daylight, in this damned place Hong Kong, people hacking at each other with knives in broad daylight is perfectly normal. So when everyone saw so many triad members gathered here, they all stayed well away. Even the patrolling cops kept warning the crowd, "Don't get too close. If you get yourself killed, don't blame anyone else!"
The bystanders watched from far away.
"Yo, Zhang Lang, where you headed?" Hong Kai clenched a cigarette in his mouth and laughed coldly. "Don't tell me you're planning to go to Futai Group?"
