Outside the hotel, the patrol team that first encountered Lu Yao and his companions was hiding in a dark corner, discussing their strategy.
The oldest patrolman lit a cigarette and said indifferently, "We'll just stay here and wait for the tough guys to leave before blowing the whistle. We can just deal with it perfunctorily."
The other four had no objections. Those three 'tin cans' obviously weren't ordinary people, and they felt it was better not to get involved.
The old patrolman exhaled two streams of smoke from his nostrils and sighed, "There's bound to be big trouble, we're going to be busy afterwards."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cacophony of crackling and booming noises erupted from the hotel's top floor banquet hall, which was bustling with activity.
Soon after, a window suddenly shattered, and a foreigner with fangs leaned out and shouted, "Help!!!"