Feng Jun did not react much to the roar of motorcycles outside—after killing enough people, one naturally grew bolder.
He was still searching around the house when he heard someone pounding on the door.
Red Sister, who had already pushed open the taxi door and wanted to follow him inside to take a look, quietly shrank back into the car upon hearing the sound and gently closed the door.
Feng Jun raised a hand and wiped his face, instantly changing into a different appearance. Without close inspection, he looked seventy or eighty percent like the taxi driver.
After all, what he had learned was the Thousand Faces Technique, a transformation technique, not a mimicry technique.
He opened the courtyard gate, and his brows immediately knit slightly. It was actually a police officer?
There was only one officer, riding a motorcycle exclusive to Star Luo police.
The officer had clearly mistaken him for someone else. Frowning, he rattled off something impatiently.
Other than the four words "Sawasdee ka," Feng Jun did not understand a word of Thai. Still, he could sense a considerable degree of familiarity beneath the officer's arrogant tone.
The thugs had already said that they were in cahoots with the police. As long as they could produce drugs in front of foreign tourists, those negligent officers would immediately claim that the tourists had brought them in themselves.
Feng Jun did not understand what the man was saying, but judging from his tone alone, he did not hesitate to throw a punch and knock him unconscious.
Then he grabbed the man and viciously hurled him into the courtyard.
He had always had excellent control over his strength. Even if that blow did not kill the man, it would leave him half-crippled.
Star Luo police were usually armed, and this