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Wang Fugui had the villagers line up along the outer wall of the safe house, and then he gathered several dozen more people to climb on the backs of those in front, standing on their shoulders. This process was repeated continuously, with people climbing up and stabilizing themselves on the shoulders of those above them. Soon, a human tower several meters high was constructed.
At the very top of the tower stood three individuals who had climbed to the roof of the safe house. They searched intently for a long time but ultimately found nothing, shaking their heads in disappointment as they looked down.
Wang Fugui felt perplexed. He hadn’t expected that aside from a hairline crack in the door, there were no other gaps to be found. How was the person inside managing to breathe? Was there some advanced technology being used to generate oxygen?
Wang Fugui wasn’t sure if such technology existed. After hesitating for a moment, he spoke again: "Everyone, let’s try to see if we can break open that crack in the door."
The villagers took turns attempting to break through that narrow opening for several hours, but it showed no signs of damage. As dusk fell, Wang Fugui finally led everyone away from the safe house in frustration.
When Gu'an Company designed that door, they had already considered the issue of the crack. Although it could be seen with the naked eye, it was impossible to pry open with tools; all their efforts had been in vain.
As they set up tents nearby, Wang Fugui contemplated their next course of action. Since they couldn’t break into the house, they would have to wait for the person inside to open the door themselves. Today, Lu Xiaoran had come out to throw away some trash and would surely come out again later.
If he stationed people to ambush Lu Xiaoran at the door when he came out, they could take him down through a surprise attack. Then they could enter the safe house through the opened door without any issues.
With this plan in mind, Wang Fugui walked toward one of the tents. He already had someone suitable in mind for ambushing Lu Xiaoran.
As he approached the tent, he could clearly hear a woman’s sorrowful cries coming from inside. This woman was the mother of the young man who had been shot dead by Lu Xiaoran earlier that day.
Wang Fugui lifted the tent flap and stepped inside. On the ground lay a body covered with a cloth, quietly resting there. Beside it sat a middle-aged woman with swollen eyes, weeping uncontrollably. Next to her was a middle-aged man of similar age; although he wasn’t crying out loud, his eyes were red as well.
Wang Fugui recognized him as Liu Dawei, the father of the deceased young man.
Death is irreversible; you two should take care of yourselves during this difficult time.
Wang Fugui approached Liu Dawei, adopting a serious demeanor as he offered a few words of comfort to the grieving couple.
Then, he shifted the conversation and looked directly at Liu Dawei. "Lao Liu, I have a plan that can eliminate that scoundrel and avenge your son. Would you like to hear it?"
Upon hearing the possibility of avenging his son, Liu Dawei immediately clenched his fists, his expression turning fierce.
"Speak, Wang Ren. As long as it leads to killing that bastard, I am willing to do anything."
Wang Fugui outlined his plan to Liu Dawei, suggesting that the Liu family send a few people to lie in wait at the entrance of the safe house.
When Lu Xiaoran came out to take out the trash, they would ambush him and take his life.
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