Bang.
When Xiang Rong's underlings burst through the roof door and rushed onto the rooftop, there wasn't a single person in sight.
The place was deserted.
Meanwhile, in the alley.
Xiang Rong was panting heavily. He was about fifty meters away from the alley's entrance, and he could faintly see the lights outside the alley.
"What? You didn't catch them?" Xiang Rong yelled after hearing his subordinate's report and kicked the unlucky guy aside, roaring, "I almost got killed, and you couldn't catch the person? I'm feeding you for nothing?"
Everyone around silently watched the scene unfold; no one spoke. The woman who had been held by Xiang Rong was now trembling slightly, standing next to Xiang Rong, not even daring to look him in the eye.
Xiang Rong's face was flushed, and a gash on his forehead had already been bandaged. However, inside, he was boiling with rage. Who was he anyway? Someone who, when he shouted on his turf, could make the ground tremble three times.
