"Hurry up! My people are running out of patience; if you don't show some ID proof soon, we'll turn you into a hive of bees!"
Seeing that Song Heping kept silent, the guy opposite seemed to get nervous.
"Rabbani!"
Song Heping finally remembered the name.
"I'm Song! Come out! Damn it! It's you, bastard!"
The man under the opposite porch heard Song Heping introducing himself, ran out from under the porch, and waved his hands towards the upstairs: "Friendly! Friendly! Hold your fire, don't shoot by mistake!"
Just as he was waving his hands, a burst of flame suddenly flashed from the dark window upstairs.
Bang—
After a gunshot, a bullet hit the wall atop the front gate, chipping off a chunk of plaster.
"Shit!"
Song Heping rolled to the side, flipping behind the concrete gatepost at the entrance.
"Rabbani! You fucking shooting at me!? FUCK!"
But he still calmly yelled at Jiang Feng and the others on alert by the car: "Nobody fire! Don't be nervous!"
