C50 Don't Come Emptyhanded
Kwoo Wanshan had arrived. He was just around the corner, no more than fifty meters from Xue Lang's grain store. It struck him as odd to see the armed police swiftly clearing the crowd around the store. They hadn't notified the armed police, so why were they getting involved?
Next, he watched as the officers escorted a group of people out. The ruffians' faces were covered