Lin Moyang sensed that the situation had turned dire. Before he could even turn to head back inside, he felt several icy gazes fixed upon his back.
He didn't need to look back to know that his path of retreat had been completely cut off.
A few thugs squatting in the corner of the wall rose slowly to their feet. The cigarettes dangling from their lips glowed intermittently in the dim light, and their right hands hovered over the hard, protruding objects hidden at their waists.
Chapter 23