Just a door away, a brutal murder was taking place inside the room, the sound of a crazed and repressed bitter laugh echoing.
In the corridor, it was eerily quiet, as if all the neighbors were deaf, sleeping soundly, not a single person being woken up, let alone opening a door to peek.
Strange, isn't it~
No, not strange at all.
This is the survival wisdom of the Lower City People; the residents of the shanty towns understand this well, especially when the ones occupying the second floor are Cyan Wolf Gang thugs, fierce and evil, glancing even once at them could lead to trouble.
3.25, 05:11.
This was the time displayed on the phone after recording the video.
"What's your phone number, I'll send the video to you as a memento," Feng Mu said cheerfully after seeing the corpse's neck completely mangled, only a layer of skin remaining.
Ma Wei, having killed Zhang Tong, seemed to have undergone a mental transformation.
