"Come on." One of the men sighed and wiped the sweat on his forehead. Cements stained his gloves and clothes. Irritated, he threw the shovel aside. "This should do it."
"Yeah, let's go. I want to go home soon and sleep."
Unbeknownst to them, the entire team of the police had entered the warehouse, captured the heavily injured Sui Chenyou and were currently observing them closely. Qin Weizhe gave the members a nod and pointed forward. Everyone nodded in return, hands tightening around the guns, tensing in preparation.
"Where's Old Two and the others? Why haven't I heard any sound for a while? Don't tell me. Is that Sui Chenyou really dead and they're escaping?"
"Damn it. Go and check it out ah! Drag them back! I have told them not to hit Sui Chenyou so hard. If he's really dead, they are going to get it from me!"
