Chapter 671 Your Heads Aren't Enough to Compensate_1

Wailing sirens echoed in the sky, and at that moment, Yang Yifeng stood at the edge of the sixth-floor balcony, staring blankly at the three or four police cars parked in the courtyard, with dozens of uniformed officers, guns in hand, their expressions growing increasingly grim…

"It's a trap..."

Yang Yifeng murmured from the corner of his mouth, yet there was no trace of panic on his face. For him, this situation was entirely anticipated, but right now, he had no intention of fleeing. Instead, he leisurely returned to the room, sat down beside Liu Ruochen, and lit a cigarette.

The smoke swirled around him as Yang Yifeng looked at the serene, sleeping face of Liu Ruochen, a cold curve forming at the corner of his mouth: "I'm sorry to have dragged you into this…"