Kill!

In the basement.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Gunfire continued overhead.

Flathead and the others exchanged glances. There was no time to think—they hurriedly pulled up their pants, grabbed their weapons, and rushed out toward the first floor. At a life-or-death moment like this, survival and safety naturally came first. Who still had the mind to fool around with women? Dong Xuebin stayed behind. His eyes shifted slightly as he picked up the pants from the floor, hurriedly helped Hou Qing put them on, and tied her waistband for her.

"Are you all right?" Dong Xuebin asked.

Hou Qing let out a breath. "I'm fine. Thank you."

"Come on, back to my room first." Dong Xuebin supported her back to his room.

The gunfire had already stopped. Dong Xuebin had no idea what was happening upstairs, and he couldn't decide whether to make a move now, so he didn't act rashly. If the police had really arrived, there should have been a large-scale firefight. It couldn't possibly have been just a few scattered shots. Hou Qing, who had narrowly escaped disaster, also found it strange. The emotions that had just surged up abruptly sank again as she listened intently.

Thud, thud, thud. Thud, thud, thud. Footsteps.

Dong Xuebin looked at her. "Sis, stay here. I'll go take a look."

He opened the door and stepped out. The moment he turned his head toward the distant corridor, Dong Xuebin froze. Flathead and several suit-wearing men who lived in the basement now had pistols in their hands, apparently just handed out to them. Manager Ma, the boss, and three armed Big Men had all come downstairs. Ahead of them, they were escorting two people in police uniforms. One was tightly bound with rope, while blood poured from the other's arm, as though he had