Two hours ago.
Imperial Capital, city village, old residential area, second unit on the fifth floor.
"Creak."
The door opened, and Yang Xiao walked into the room with a small suitcase.
The room was filled with the scent of smoke and foot odor.
He looked at the messy room and frowned:
"How long has it been since this place was cleaned? It's really dirty."
Yang Xiao had a cleanliness obsession and always carried white gloves with him.
He took the white gloves out of his pocket and put them on, then seriously started cleaning the room.
Yang Xiao worked efficiently, and in less than half an hour, the room was spotless.
He sat on the sofa burned by cigarette butts, satisfied with his handiwork, and took out his phone to send a message to Li Yang:
"Boss, can I kill someone?"
While waiting for a reply, Yang Xiao opened the small suitcase he had brought.
He took out some items and placed them on the dining table in the middle of the living room.
