He took the first step.
Leading the way into a narrow, dark alley beside the dormitory building.
More than thirty people followed silently and swiftly behind Liu San, like streams merging into a dark river.
The sound of footsteps was amplified in the narrow space.
Only the heavy breathing and the occasional scrape of weapons against the walls sounded particularly clear in the silence.
Chu Kuanglan still managed to squeeze beside Liu San in a few steps.
His burly figure seemed a bit cramped in the alley.
Qi Hao closely followed Fang Qingyu, watching the silent, surging figures carrying weapons around him, feeling the increasingly thick tension and murderous atmosphere in the air, he couldn't help but whisper to Fang Qingyu,
"Qingzi, this scene... really feels a bit like those old-school gangster movies, going to bust a joint..."
Fang Qingyu kept his eyes straight ahead, his pace unfaltering, only the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, almost imperceptibly.
