The woman added, "He might have gone out. Wait a little longer. By the way, did you bring your weapon? We're going to make that kid bleed today."
The man weighed the thick iron rod in his hand and said, "Don't worry, I brought it. You'll be satisfied."
"Well, just leave him a breath when the time comes. That ingrate is absolutely lawless."
The man didn't say anything, threw the cigarette butt in the stairwell and stomped it out, then hung up the phone.
He stood at the doorway, and in the dark lit another cigarette.
Fu Yan sat in the shadows and, by the light of his lighter, saw that the man was wearing a black vest, revealing the well-developed muscles on his arms, and looked rather roguish.
Judging from their conversation, this person seems to be like him, coming for Xiao Xin, but he didn't manage to catch him either.
The smell of smoke drifted towards Fu Yan on the wind. Fu Yan was choked by the smoke and couldn't help but cough twice.
The man paused in his smoking motion, the cigarette still between his fingers, and looked in Fu Yan's direction: "Who's there?"
Fu Yan ignored him and didn't respond, but thought to himself: Your grandfather.
The man stubbed out his cigarette, slowly moved in his direction, and asked uncertainly, "Xiao Xin?"
This person was indeed after Xiao Xin.
Fu Yan's outstretched foot felt a little numb, so he pulled it back in.
His action seemed to confirm something for the man, who gripped the iron rod tightly and strode towards Fu Yan.
Fu Yan had just stood up to stretch his numb legs when something suddenly struck the back of his head, causing a sharp pain and numbness throughout the back of his head.
He reached up and touched the back of his head, and his fingertips immediately felt a warm, sticky sensation.
"Grass……"
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