Having raced through the wind, Xiao Ming arrived at the residential complex where Yang Hanqing lived, went up the elevator, and upon the door opening, saw a man standing outside.
His expression was impassive, his eyes full of frenzied intent. Although his clothes were clean, he exuded an utterly filthy aura.
This was the epitome of a "Mad Dog": violent, lowly, capable of surviving on trash like a wild beast.
The man said nothing, searched Xiao Ming from head to toe, took his phone, keys, and other items, and then finally knocked on the door of the apartment.
As Xiao Ming entered, he saw another Mad Dog at the entryway, holding a knife with a mottled blade that looked as though it had killed many without being cleaned.
"Wuu wuu wuu wuu..."
Upon reaching the living room, Xiao Ming could not help but clench his fists.