The incandescent bulb cast a dim, yellow glow.
The mahjong parlor was eerily silent.
A planter had shattered on the floor, leaving a mess of dirt beneath a support beam. The windows on both sides were smashed in.
Bodies were strewn everywhere, leaving almost no room to set one's foot.
Faced with Chen Junhao's question and Zhou Qiang's expectant gaze, Lu Chao considered for a moment before telling them the truth.
"Oh?"
Looking slightly surprised, Chen Junhao glanced at the message Lu Chao showed him on his watch.
He exhaled a plume of smoke. His gaze wavered, a flicker of complex emotion passing through his eyes.
That Song Yuhan was willing to warn them at the last minute brought a flicker of warmth.
But.
The atmosphere was somber. Ah Yue, the one with the ponytail, lay dead in a pool of his own blood.
His eyes were wide and vacant, his burning ambition extinguished forever, frozen in this final moment.
