Night had fallen again.
Hong Wei had once again arrived at the unfinished "West Lake Elegant Seat."
Unlike last night, the construction site was deserted tonight, without a single worker bedding down.
Hong Wei understood that this meant his last night's "stone throwing" had been effective, and the other party was definitely prepared, waiting for him.
As expected, before he even stepped into the lobby on the first floor, he could clearly sense that there were people lurking in the dark—an entire group of them.
Unfortunately, although there were many of them, based on the sound of their breathing, they were all ordinary people, none of whom knew martial arts.
Hong Wei, confident in his superior martial arts skills, was unafraid of such an ambush, so he strode boldly through the door, chuckling as he walked, "Hah... quite a few folks have turned up."
While speaking, he had already secretly gathered his Inner Strength, ready to strike...
