Noon.
Somewhere in the Commercial District.
A nondescript little hotel.
The Mercedes, its rear end dented from the collision, slowly pulled over by the roadside. The group got out and entered the hotel, where they rented a suite.
They had come here mainly because the older Twin Sister, Shen Xiaoyan, had strongly suggested it. The Mercedes had been damaged, and going back to the hotel would definitely involve insurance claims and other procedures. It would be troublesome and draw attention, and it would be even worse if it brought the police over. Judging from what had happened earlier, those people were very likely connected to some members of the police. The sisters were not afraid, but it was better to avoid trouble if possible. After all, they had not yet handled their real business, and they could not expose themselves before the mission was complete. Besides, there were many people around Commercial Street. The people threatening them would not dare openly chase them down and make a move, and it would not be easy to find them again. That was why they had changed locations.
Upstairs.
Inside the suite.
The four of them entered one after another.
Dong Xuebin was the last to enter. He seemed to be feeling unwell, his brows tightly furrowed, and the strained smile on his face carried a hint of helplessness.
The door closed.
"What's wrong, Little Dong?" Zhang Longjuan looked at him.
"Nothing, nothing," Dong Xuebin mumbled.
"Then what's with that expression? Are you feeling sick? Does your wound hurt?" Zhang Longjuan was concerned.
Dong Xuebin waved a hand. "It's really nothing. I'm just tired. I've been running around all morning."
But the next moment, Zhang Longjuan and the Twin Sisters noticed blood seeping through the front of Dong Xuebin's clothes, spreading wider and