Sea City Industrial District.
A Mercedes-Benz G-Class pulled up to the entrance of a warehouse.
Wu Tianhua got out of the car first and hurried around to open the passenger door for Luo Xiu. "This is the address Han Zhitao sent, General Luo," he said.
Luo Xiu stepped out of the car unhurriedly, surveyed the area, and smiled. "A nice place."
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed from the dimly lit surroundings. Shadows flickered in the darkness, and in moments, more than a dozen figures emerged, surrounding Luo Xiu and Wu Tianhua.
A short distance away, Han Zhitao dragged a blood-soaked Ling Feng forward by one arm. He threw Ling Feng roughly to the ground and then stomped his foot onto his head.
He looked at Wu Tianhua with contempt and grinned. "Brother Hua, you really are a man of your word. You said you'd bring him, and here he is."
