A security door was no indestructible barrier for Zhang Laohu. With his strength, he quickly tore the door down with brute force.
By the time Tao Jiayun and his group arrived, it was already too late.
The person in the room was already cold to the touch, and the entire space was filled with bloodstains.
The home had clearly been ransacked; all the food was gone.
This had been about finding food, and also about seeking revenge.
Others might not remember him, but Tang Mo had some impression of this man. After the falling out with Zhang Laohu, he had been the one slinging the nastiest insults in the group chat.
His typing speed and talent for vitriol were something that not even the three most notoriously chatty women in the group could match combined.
Back then, Tang Mo had found it incredible that a man could produce such an output, but now it seemed that being too "talented" in certain respects wasn't a good thing.
