Song Chen quickly notified the people ambushed in the room across the hall.
Through the peephole, they saw seven or eight burly men hiding in corners or by the winding stairs, and a young girl standing at the door, knocking.
The girl's voice was choked with sobs, her face full of tears.
Sheng Tang asked who it was, and then came the voice of her grandmother.
"So late, who's that, Tangtang?" her grandmother asked.
Sheng Tang shook her head. "I don't know."
The girl outside heard this and cried even louder, "It's me, I live downstairs. I just moved in recently. My roommate suddenly fainted, can you help take us to the hospital?"
She looked panicked and desperate.
A young girl, also a resident here; a family like the Sheng Family, with elders and children, would lower their guard.
As long as she could get the door open, more than half the battle was won.
"Well..." Sheng Tang's voice came through, "We don't know you, call an ambulance."
