"Stop! Everyone, stop!"
The sound of hasty footsteps clattered in the distance. A commanding police officer shouted urgently, even though they were still about ten meters away. His professionalism wouldn't allow him to just stand by.
"Everyone, hands on your heads! Squat down!" the senior officer bellowed again.
At the officer's roar, Wang Chengdong's entourage glanced at their boss, who gave a subtle nod. They quickly put their hands on their heads and squatted. But the so-called young masters from Beijing, along with the few spoiled brats from Four-nine City, remained completely motionless.
"I said hands on your heads, squat down! Did you not hear me?" the senior officer yelled again as he closed the final ten meters.
At that moment, Ma Yunhai and his six companions all turned to face the imposing tactical unit that was approaching.
SWOOSH.
