Bab 515: fear or anxiety?

*Clank, clank, clank, clank, clank

The sound of hurried footsteps rush down a set of metal stairs as it echoes inside a certain part of the factory.

Chu Li Xiang was just now leaving the only room on the second floor of the place. He held tightly onto two duffel bags as he makes his way down the stairs.

He had long heard the sound of gunfire from afar and near, but he was still packing what he cannot leave behind.

The money in his safe was a total of 6 billion yuan. He could not afford to let all the money he had worked so hard on go to waste.

However, knowing he didn't have much time left, he could only pack what he can. If he continues to stay in the room any longer, his escape route will be block.

*Pu! Clank!

Reaching only halfway down the metal stairs, a bullet shot at him. However, it didn't hit him, but hits the metal rail as small flash of sparks scattered for a second.