Seeing Xiao Shuai's limping figure, walking out of the Yuanchen Group Building, he hailed a taxi on the side of the road and drove away.
And just as the taxi he was in drove off,
a few other men wearing masks and baseball caps came out of the building, nimbly got into another car, and quietly followed.
Fang Cheng's eyes slightly flickered, and without lingering, he quickly turned around and headed toward the exit door of the top floor fire escape.
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Late at night, the city's bustling pace gradually quieted.
The urban village was shrouded in darkness.
In the narrow alley, not a single street lamp was lit.
Only the sporadic light from the windows of residential buildings outlined the heaps of garbage and sewage on the ground.
Overhead, wires tangled like a spider web, drooping as if they might fall at any moment.
