Chapter 089: Venturing Alone into the Dragon's Pool

Even a sharpshooter with a handgun can't guarantee a one-shot kill on these desperate criminals; the angle is too narrow and there's simply no time to draw a gun.

Yang Fan found a blind spot invisible from the windows, slowly moved to the corner, and did his best to avoid the windows guarded by the gang of desperadoes.

He took out a pair of special fine steel gloves and put them on his hands. These were the treasures of his old master, given to Yang Fan as an adult gift on his eighteenth birthday, and now they could finally come in handy.

With the gloves on and ready to climb, Yang Fan's cell phone vibrated. Luckily, he had set it to vibrate.

It was a call from that woman Murong Yan—insane, calling at a time like this, almost got me killed.

"Why are you calling at this time?" Yang Fan whispered very quietly.