Decisive

It was a short trip for Chang to run up one set of stairs. The top floor of this townhouse was more spacious compared to the lower levels, and Chang assumed this was the gang leader’s hideout.

Awakened by the sudden turmoil, the people who were sleeping on commodious leather sofas sat up. They already had weapons in their hands, and one of them was even struggling with turning on a flashlight.

There were eight gangsters residing in this lounge, two of them equipped with pistols. The flashlight they had was nothing special. It was a household type. Seeing the whole situation, Chang swiftly sneaked into a corner without a second thought. A bolt ejected quietly from the crossbow, aimed at its fated destination. It effortlessly penetrated through the chest of the man who was fumbling with flicking on the flashlight’s switch.