At night, the neon lights flickered.
A van drove slowly, stopping by the side of the road.
Several people peered through the van window, looking across the street at an old-looking shop.
A sign hanging in front of the door read "Lin Fusheng's Clinic."
The lights inside were bright, clearly still open for business.
"Is this the place?"
A bearded man asked.
"Brother Yong, this is the place."
Cock Eyeball nodded: "We both saw him and Ma Donghe coming out of this clinic."
The brother sitting in the front seat acting as the driver chimed in:
"Yeah, it's quite a coincidence. The lady who had escaped from our field before was also working here, and that assassin had stood up for her. The two must be closely related."
After receiving confirmation, Brother Yong's eyes flickered indecisively, murmuring:
"It seems this is one of their hideouts..."
Suddenly remembering something, he asked with concern:
