Chen Xuan drove alone to the Ma Family Port Pier, going into the meeting with a single blade, without notifying anyone.
This cargo pier had been temporarily sealed off, with caution tape surrounding the perimeter.
The entire inside of the pier was empty, silent.
Under the shroud of night, there was an eerie atmosphere.
Chen Xuan parked his car outside the caution tape, walking alone into the pier.
Besides his footsteps, there were no other sounds.
Just then, the floodlight suddenly switched on, a strong beam enveloping Chen Xuan entirely.
The light was so intense it was hard to open his eyes.
At the same time, a whistling sound came from the front.
Chen Xuan instinctively dodged, like a swallow skimming over water, landing stably five meters away.
Where he had been standing earlier, the ground was now densely pierced with throwing darts.
Several men in black also appeared ahead.
Chen Xuan sneered secretly, sure enough, Dongyang Ninjas!
