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Rat-a-tat-tat!

Muzzle flashes burst forth, and orange shell casings flew everywhere, scattering across the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the laundry had been blasted to pieces.

Riley's bodyguards had been reduced to piles of mangled flesh beneath the barrage of bullets.

After both submachine guns had emptied their magazines, the attackers did not get out of the car. Instead, they threw two grenades with their pins pulled through the window and into the laundry's corridor.

All of this was witnessed by Qin Ran, who had rushed back.

Earlier, when he had passed this car, its speed had caught Qin Ran's attention.

Instinctively, Qin Ran had glanced at the vehicle.

Though it had only been a fleeting look, his C-rank Perception had allowed Qin Ran to see everything inside the car clearly.

Submachine guns, grenades!

People carrying weapons like these clearly were not here to discuss business.

Qin Ran immediately stopped leaving, turned around, and headed back into the alley.

Though Qin Ran did not truly care whether Riley, a native resident, lived or died, the possibility of a side quest meant he did not mind lending a hand.

Just as Qin Ran had expected, they were up to no good.

Moreover, these attackers knew Riley's place very well!

They knew that submachine-gun rounds could not penetrate the several-meter-thick walls separating the front and back of the laundry.

So, after a round of suppressing fire, they had immediately thrown grenades.

Boom! Boom!

The grenade explosions kicked up clouds of dust in the already ruined laundry, pushing it even closer to becoming rubble.

Only then, as though satisfied, did the attackers open the car doors and get out.

Bang! Bang!

The heads of the first two attackers out of the car were blown apart by bullets, and their bodies collapsed