As she felt sleepy, Xi Meng curled up in the corner and fell asleep, thinking about how to negotiate and bargain with Tang Ze, completely unaware that a bloody battle was about to begin.

At two o'clock in the morning, three trucks appeared not far from the community. All the men in the trucks had eyes shining with excitement, without any sense of sleepiness. They held the knife handles tightly in their right hands. Some experienced men tied the knife handles to their palms with cloth to prevent them from slipping out of their hands.

"Boss, look over there." The man driving looked to the side.

Qian Pu looked and saw a car shell overturned on the green belt, and there seemed to be a burnt person in the passenger seat.

"What's so good about this? Haven't you seen dead people in cars?" Qian Pu lit a cigarette and said disdainfully.

"But this car looks like it was blown up."

"How do you know this is fried? Burned ones won't work."

“That’s how it’s played out in the movies.”

Qian Pu laughed and said, "Watch fewer movies, they are all fake."

"Boss, I feel my heartbeat is a little fast. When I came out, I read my fortune and it was a bad omen."

Qian Pu burst into laughter: "You call out a very bad omen, and see if I can change it into a very auspicious one."

While we were talking, we had already arrived next to the residential area.

"Rush directly into the underground garage." After saying that, Qian Pu picked up the shotgun and loaded the bullet!

In the garage, the man on duty was fast asleep, and even the man guarding the gate on the floor was asleep. Even if they were not asleep, it would be difficult to notice that the three trucks did not even have their lights on, and they had no idea that death was approaching.