The woman's residence was a simple wooden house.
Near the doorway inside the house was a large bed. The bedsheet on it was reasonably clean. At this moment, a seven or eight-year-old girl was fiddling with a doll on the bed.
From Ding Fan's perspective, this girl was most likely the child that the woman had mentioned earlier.
When the child saw the woman walk in with a man, she obediently headed further into the room and pulled shut a curtain dividing the bed from the innermost area.
Seeing this, Ding Fan understood. Apparently, the child had grown accustomed to her mother bringing different men back.
Watching this child's unnaturally precocious behavior made Ding Fan feel uneasy.
Just then, sounds of automatic rifle fire echoed from the street corner not far away.
Ding Fan used Divine Sense to investigate. At the spot where he had taught those thugs a lesson earlier, three pickup trucks were now parked. Around fifteen or sixteen armed men were inexplicably firing at the sky.
