Simple Village, West Port.
In Building Three of Triumphant Garden, that hotbed of evil, Red Hair sat with his legs crossed, humming a tune and fantasizing about the wild indulgences awaiting him once the two million hit his account.
"Fuck, are country bumpkins all this rich now? They handed over three hundred thousand just like that?" Red Hair patted the terrified woman beside him on the face and grinned viciously. "Once we get the two million, we'll cut out Liu Dayong's kidneys. That's another three hundred thousand. A new performance record this month."
Crack.
An almost imperceptibly faint snap rang out.
It was like the whisper of death in his ear.
Before Red Hair could react, the entire reinforced solid-wood security door shattered as though a heavy tank had rammed it head-on. Wood splinters mingled with chunks of concrete, spraying into the room like bullets.
"Who's there?!" Red Hair sprang off the sofa, reaching for the AK-47 at his waist.
But before the Jiaolong Guard, his movements were as slow as a slideshow.
A burly man covered in camouflage paint appeared before him in an instant. It was Zhang Hu, captain of the Jiaolong Guard.
Bam!
Zhang Hu threw a simple straight punch.
Red Hair's prized fighting skills were as fragile as porcelain before that fist.
With the sharp crack of breaking bones, Red Hair's face caved in. He flew five meters backward and slammed into the wall.
"Leave no one carrying a weapon alive." Zhang Hu's voice was utterly cold, as though he were directing a slaughter.
Over the next ten minutes, Triumphant Garden became hell on earth.
The security personnel who carried AKs and swaggered around every day did not even have time to pull their triggers before the Jiaolong Guard struck.
The Jiaolong Guard moved like phantoms