Perhaps the patrolling gang members hadn't seen the unconscious bodyguard Chen Fei had taken down with a single kick. They must have assumed the guards at the gate had let them pass. Despite their confusion, no one else bothered to interfere. Brother Ximao, trembling all over, led Chen Fei straight toward the private estate's meeting hall.
"Who are you?"
However, other gang members were standing guard at the entrance to the meeting hall. They certainly didn't look like ordinary grunts; they were the elite of the elite, dressed in suits and ties with bulging holsters at their waists. They exuded a chilling, murderous aura, their eyes flickering with cold light.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
