In the room, Lao Ding came to his senses and asked, "Fa, what happened?"

Yan Shuangying smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Lao Ding has been in Linheji for so many years and has seen countless similar things. He can guess what happened here without asking.

It was just that I was so surprised and lost my mind for a moment that I asked such a stupid question.

He regained his composure, like a normal shopkeeper, and asked: "You three, are you okay?"

In Yan Shuangying's room, besides Yan Shuangying, there was also Xiaoling.

Plus Zhou Ming, naturally there are three.

Yan Shuangying said: "It's okay."

"So, is there anything we can do for you?"

"Please, please clean up these corpses."

"Yes Yes……"

The waiters dragged the body away and the shopkeeper closed the door.

Yan Shuangying said: "Thank you very much."

This sentence was addressed to Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming shook his head and said: "It's just a little effort."

"How many killers are coming to your side?"

"Five."

"Then it seems that we are the same."

Xiaoling was stunned: "How can it be the same? Don't you only have four killers here?"

Two people broke in from the door, and one hung upside down from each window on both sides, making a total of four.

How could it be five killers?

Yan Shuangying walked to the closet and said: "You are fast enough, but you are not light enough and your hiding skills are relatively crude, so all this is useless."

With that said, he opened the closet.

A shell gun came out from the closet and was directly pressed against Yan Shuangying's head, forcing him back step by step.

And the man with the gun also walked out of the closet.

It was Zhao Yiping.

"What a master!"

Zhao Yiping praised, but with a proud look on his face: "How did you know?"

Yan Shuangying said: "It's actually very simple. To complete the inferior assassination just now, no power outage is needed at all. In addition, as I said just now, you are not light enough, and your hiding skills are too rough."

Zhao Yiping doesn't care about this kind of criticism, after all, he is the one who has the upper hand now.

"Oh? So what now? My gun is pointed at your head, but you have nothing in your hands."

"Do you really trust your gun?"

"What's the meaning?"
Chapter completed!