Ancient-style tea house architecture, with carved open spaces inside and corridors on all four sides, housing various compartments with wooden stairs spiraling upwards, ancient and aromatic.
However, at this moment, on the corridors of the eight-story building, dense figures stood, holding firearms.
On the first floor, facing the direction of the main door, was a deep corridor, with no end in sight.
But one could see several figures standing still there, their shadows elongated by the light at the end.
A man, kicked away by Lin Tian, exploded into flesh and blood, and many gunmen inside the tea house remained frozen in place, daring not make a move.
Lin Tian's words, brimming with killing intent, fiercely struck at their hearts, causing each one of them to panic.
In the deadly silent tea house, only slightly heavy breathing could be heard.
"How ruthless!"
