While the people in Singapore were still in their dreams, suddenly the most bustling street in the city center erupted with the sounds of killing, countless screams, each one louder than the last.
At the Lu Family Gang headquarters, Zhang Dongyang's bloodshot eyes radiated a chilling light as he asked his subordinates standing in front of him: "What's going on? How many of them are there?"
"Brother Dong, we don't know for now. These people are strong and well-trained, at least a few hundred of them."
Earlier this morning, Zhang Dongyang had arrived at the Lu Family Gang headquarters. This had been instructed by Lu Jianxiong a few days ago; vigilance must be heightened during these days. Zhang Dongyang didn't dare slack off, and came every morning to check the situation.
Before he had sat down for long, a group of burly guys burst in from who knows where, fully armed with advanced weapons, hand grenades, and rocket launchers.
