After waiting for a while, the expected fierce battle did not take place outside.

Da Ming walked in hurriedly, his face dark.

His hands held a black pistol and a crossbow bolt.

A piece of paper was also tied to the crossbow bolt.

"Sister Xia, there's no one outside, we only found this arrow." Da Ming raised the crossbow bolt in his hand.

"Tear it down," Mo Chuhong, disguised as Xiaoxia, calmly ordered.

"yes!"

The note on the arrow was torn open, revealing only one word: Retreat.

Below the character, a tiger's head is drawn.

Mo Chuhong's heart tightened; she knew that this piece of paper must have been passed to her by Xu Hong.

Because the tiger head was the identity symbol that the two had secretly agreed upon.

For safety reasons, Mo Chuhong has abandoned almost all communication tools during this period.

Except for that encrypted satellite phone that is switched off when not in use.

Her contact with the leaders of the two gangs in Chinatown was mostly through in-person communication or secret meetings...

The sudden appearance of this note, and the fact that the Hong Gang couldn't even get there in time, suggests a very urgent situation.

Mo Chuhong, who came from a background as an intelligence officer in China's National Security Bureau, was naturally aware of the seriousness of the problem.

Without time to think, she immediately gave the order to retreat:

"Da Ming, A Gen, lock the door from the inside. We're evacuating from the rooftop immediately!"

"Lu Sheng, go to the basement and bring the two women up. If anything seems amiss, kill them without hesitation!"

"Yes!" the three Mo family experts replied and quickly began to act.

Da Ming turned around and locked the front door. A Gen went into a room and took out four black Uzi submachine guns and a box of magazines.

The four men deftly retrieved their guns, loaded them, and put the spare magazines into their backpacks, their movements exceptionally practiced.

Perhaps this group of people have practiced quite a bit on a regular basis...

Once equipped, Lu Sheng strode into the storage room, pushed open a square wooden cabinet, and revealed a locked iron door on the floor.

Mo Chuhong led Da Ming and A Gen, rushing up the stairs to the second floor.

Upon reaching the second floor, Mo Chuhong instructed two of her subordinates to go up to the rooftop to keep watch, while she herself went to the master bedroom.

She took out an exquisite silver tin box from the safe in the corner.

She thought for a moment, opened the tin box, and stuffed the contents into the hidden compartment of the round pendant on her chest.

Then, I tossed the tin box into my backpack...

Once on the rooftop, Da Ming and A Gen were already positioned one in front of the other, holding guns and crouching at the junction of the south side and the adjacent building.

Jump over here, and after crossing three more buildings, you can slip into a narrow alley.

The alley has a complex terrain. If you go south along the alley for about 200 meters, there is an emergency safe house prepared for them by the Hong Gang.

Once we reached the safe house, with the Hung Gang providing covert support, hiding would be much easier.

It can be said that from the very beginning, Mo Chuhong, who fled to Thailand, had a well-thought-out plan, and she even designed three routes to evacuate from Bangkok.

However, she never expected that danger would come knocking on her door so quickly.

Aside from sending Lin Dong a photo and making one phone call, she has remained silent ever since.

If the people who came to her door tonight were really from the Dragon Gang, how did they find out where she was hiding?

This level of efficiency and execution is terrifying!

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100 meters away from the small building where Mo Chuhong was hiding, there was a four-story building.

At this moment, on the rooftop railing, Fengzi was holding an infrared telescope, staring intently at the target not far away.

"The target has started to move; someone must have tipped them off."

Fengzi murmured:

"We can't wait any longer, Blackface, let's move out of here!"

"No problem, watch us."

Behind Fengzi, Hei Mian pressed his ear to the black military communicator and issued the order to attack:

"Rescue operation officially begins. Protect the hostages' safety!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of rapid gunshots and explosions rang out a hundred meters away.

A flash of fire broke the stillness of the night sky...

"If the target chooses to retreat from the south, what about the deployment in the east? Wouldn't that be a waste?"

Beside the dark-faced man stood a bespectacled, refined-looking man who said with resentment:

"How about I send Zhihuan with some men to assist in the battle to the south?"

“Zhang Ziqiang, Boss Zhang, don’t bother. With us Blackface here, you bunch of rabble don’t need to worry about us.”

"Black-faced Blue So said with a sneer."

"Hey, you bastard, who are you calling a mob? We're all working for Boss Lin, so please be mindful of unity," Fengzi reprimanded as he turned around.

Blackface shrugged, spread his hands, and said nothing more.

Zhang Ziqiang, having been humiliated, wasn't angry. Instead, he took out his ringing phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Brother Qiang, this is Zhihuan."

"Zhihuan, how's it going on your end?"

“There’s something going on to the east. A group of people, about 300 in total, are coming from the direction of Chinatown. They’re carrying machetes.”

Do you know who it is?

"Judging by their demeanor and attire, they're probably those bastards from the Hong Gang!"

"Oh? They finally couldn't resist anymore? They're in such a hurry to come and die?"

"Keep an eye on them. If they get within 50 meters, open fire immediately!"

"good!"

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