The night is dark and windy—a perfect night for murder.
Zhou Chen, dressed in black and wearing a bamboo hat like a phantom in the night, quietly headed straight for Shi Baoyu's residence.
Shi Baoyu, being the only son of Shi Lei, the Squad Leader of the Qinghe Branch of the Salt Gang, had his own residence right next to the Branch.
Zhou Chen, as a constable of Qinghe City, had long been aware of the news about these important figures.
Normally, Shi Baoyu was accompanied by a Body Refining Second Layer bodyguard, and his residence had many Salt Gang guards, making it difficult for anyone to kill him.
"Young master, slow down!"
"I'm not drunk! There's a stunning young lady at home waiting for me to pamper her, hahaha..."
A sleazy voice came, and Zhou Chen raised an eyebrow, surprised that this brat Shi Baoyu was still fooling around outside in the middle of the night.
"Seems tonight you won't be pampering your stunning young lady at home!"
