From the corridor, whispers can be heard.
"Someone is dead."
"Another murder, seems like it's Liu Erlong's men."
"Who are these people? They actually dare to kill Liu Erlong's men."
"Forget it, let's get out of here quickly. If Liu Erlong comes, he's going to lose it."
"Yes, yes, let's go."
A few residents of the corridor quickly packed a few important things and hurriedly left this floor.
Not even five minutes later, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard.
Liu Erlong led a group of burly men, panting heavily, up the stairs.
Chen Hu, limping, shouted, "Brother Long, it's here."
Liu Erlong also panted slightly. He had rushed all the way from the fourteenth floor.
He climbed over a dozen floors in one go, worried about being ambushed due to exhaustion, and had to rest a little midway.
So he was delayed until now.
The floor was stained with blood, and two of his men were lying dead in front of them, making the corner of Liu Erlong's eye twitch.
