We had originally planned to stake out the area near Zhao Laoqi's home.
We hadn't expected something to have happened at the shop last night.
When we rushed back, we discovered that the shop hadn't just been trashed. Someone had fucking demolished it.
The place was a wreck. Everything had been smashed to pieces. The computers and security cameras were broken, and even the paper documents had been cut into tiny scraps.
Even the walls had been splashed with ink. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought the place had just been bombed.
"Fuck!"
"I fucking..."
Meng Yifan was so furious he couldn't even get his curses out. His eyes had gone red.
Checking the surveillance footage was obviously out of the question now, but even without it, we knew who had done this.
We had stolen the ashes from the Cemetery the night before last, and the shop had been wrecked last night. Du Ruhai must have sent people to do it.
It was such blatant retaliation, and no one but Du Ruhai would have had the nerve to do something like this in the city.
"Those animals!"
"Those sons of bitches!"
"I was already going to close the shop, and they went and did this!"
Meng Yifan sat amid the wreckage. He looked so angry he was about to cry.
Back when we were in school, he had always been the type who liked fighting. He never let himself get the short end of the stick.
But now, even with the shop wrecked like this, there was nothing he could do. After all, he was up against Du Ruhai.
Song Xiaotian and I could only comfort him and tell him not to dwell on it.
The shop was going to close anyway. He might as well think