There were four of them.
Li Yao had heard the footsteps of three of them when he was in Zhang Daniu's neighborhood. They were the beer-bellied middle-aged man, the young woman who was pushing the stroller, and the muscular man who had kidnapped Zhang Daniu and was suspected to be adept at hypnotism or puppetry.
The muscular man was limping because Li Yao had pierced his foot with a nail. There was no way that he could be mistaken.
But the footsteps of the fourth person did not belong to the mysterious people in the neighborhood.
And he happened to be the most dangerous one.
The man's footsteps seemed to be fast, but they were actually slow. Every step he took seemed to be a random landing spot, giving the feeling that he was unpredictable and unpredictable.
Li Yao imagined that, if he were a gunman lurking in the darkness, it would be very difficult to lock onto the target.