Its face and claws were covered in shocking, bright-red blood.
It had really come!
Old Chen!
How was Old Chen and his family doing?
Seeing the blood all over the ground, he already had a bad feeling.
Bang!
The front door shook violently under repeated impacts.
He could even feel the door continuously trembling.
The spot in the middle where it was being struck slowly caved in.
A trace of shock flashed through his eyes.
How was that possible?
Why was it so strong?
"Who is it?"
Someone from another household seemed to have heard the commotion outside and shouted impatiently.
But soon after, it seemed someone pulled them back, or perhaps they realized something, because they stopped speaking.
Yet that one shout had drawn the Tibetan Mastiff's attention.
It abandoned this door and charged toward that household.
The male homeowner gripped the weapon in his hand tightly as he kept calling the police to urge them to hurry.
That household had a wooden door that opened inward. After several impacts, it quickly came crashing down.
Screams rang out continuously.
A drone flew in through a nearby window.
It flew into that family's home.
A burst of gunfire rang out, then everything quickly fell silent again.
A group of armed personnel rushed out of the elevator and stairwell.
They stormed into that family's home.
The male homeowner cracked his door open slightly.
One of the armed personnel spotted him and immediately reminded him, "Keep your doors and windows shut. If anything unusual happens, call the police immediately."
"Yes, yes."
He hurriedly shut the door and locked it.
Still shaken, he returned to the room and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me."
The door opened.
"I didn't lock the door. You could've just come in. You scared me