"What's up?"
Song Heping was still groggy from sleep, but the way Jiang Feng screamed like a slaughtered pig alerted him that something big must have happened.
He hurriedly opened the door and, seeing Jiang Feng's shocked face, couldn't help but scold, "Stay calm in the face of big events! What's there to panic about! The sky isn't falling!"
There was no sound of gunfire around; obviously, they weren't under attack here.
Except for death, nothing is a big deal.
What's there to be panicky about?
"Look!"
Jiang Feng handed over the newspaper he was holding.
Song Heping glanced at it; it was a morning paper, used to pass the time during breakfast.
He took it and his gaze fell upon it.
Then even his eyes bulged.
"Holy shit!"
He cursed in utter shock.
The huge headline on the front page read —
"Gang clash, police station attacked, Gulf Group boss Sanchez lynched from a lamppost!"
"Damn it all to hell!"
