One in the morning.
Rain came without warning in Sea City.
Amid the downpour, the Pu Clan's second wave had arrived. These men no longer concealed their identities. Wearing black raincoats with compact submachine guns hanging at their waists, they quickly spread out around the apartment building and sealed off the entire area.
Residents in several nearby buildings heard the explosions. The braver ones peered through gaps in their curtains, while the timid huddled in their bathrooms and called the police.
But at the other end of the line, the Sea City Police Department was just as chaotic. An argument seemed to be raging over whether to dispatch officers.
The Pu Clan had clearly put pressure on the Sea City Police Department.
Pu Mingyuan was utterly determined to eliminate his target, but at that moment, the Pu Clan was not alone in establishing a perimeter. Reinforcements from the other Ming people had also arrived.
Two unmarked heavy-duty vans smashed through the Pu Clan's roadblock and charged straight through the curtain of rain.
Before the vehicles had even stopped, their rear doors slid open, and more than a dozen people in dark clothing jumped out. Their leader was a man in his forties. Had Gao Jian been there, he probably would have found the man familiar.
Wasn't that Wan Hu, out of his Ming official's robes?
Wan Hu was stockily built and wore a thick tactical vest. He too carried an all-black automatic firearm, and the rain
striking it immediately rose in a faint veil of white steam.
Both sides swiftly erupted into a firefight in the darkness.
Just then, both sides heard the shriek of rockets and looked up at the apartment building in unison. A huge Flying Chair suddenly shot out of a sixteenth-floor window.
A row of nozzles