The night was dark as ink, and in a quiet suburb of Zhonghai, a tense atmosphere of solemn and impending death once again began to thicken.
Under Fubu's beckoning, several suited men slowly began to approach Lin Fei.
"Brother, sorry about this, but blame your misfortune on offending someone you shouldn't have," one of them said.
"We know you've got some moves, so we came prepared with steel plates, hoping to give you a little surprise," another added.
"The right words never said at the right time, instead, a bunch of nonsense when silence is due. Has anyone told you guys that you really don't make the cut?" Lin Fei shook his head and sighed helplessly; he genuinely felt that these suited men were somewhat dragging their feet.
When Lin Fei, the government official, needed to extract some crucial information from them, these suited men played deaf and dumb, not saying a word. And now that it was finally time to take action, they started rambling instead.