After several twists and turns, we ran to a storage room.

Luo Tianhe quickly opened the door to the storage room and pointed to the ventilation duct on the ceiling, telling me to climb up quickly.

Without saying a word, I picked up a stool from the side, stepped on it, forcefully pushed open the cover of the ventilation duct, and then climbed inside using both my hands and feet.

Luo Tianhe followed closely behind.

As soon as he climbed in, he heard footsteps and shouts coming from below.

"Damn it, they got away!" It was Brother Li's angry voice.

"Brother Li, we didn't expect them to make a move so suddenly..."

Then, we heard Brother Li urgently say into the walkie-talkie: "The target has escaped. Immediately seal off the surrounding area. Send people to guard all exits. Don't let them get out! One group to flank from the left, and the second group to block them from the right. Move quickly!"

"Oh shit!"

Luo Tianhe lowered his voice and cursed through gritted teeth, "There's definitely something wrong. These people are after Old Man Zhao."

I pointed ahead and said, "Stop cursing, hurry up and crawl forward to find a chance to escape."

We carefully crawled forward through the ventilation duct.

The pipes were stuffy and hot, filled with dust, and every step you took kicked up a cloud of choking dust.

After climbing for a while, we reached the top of the room where Old Zhao was imprisoned.

Through the louvers of the ventilation vent, we could see that Old Zhao was still tied to the chair, his head hanging down, motionless.

Sudden.

A loud bang.

Brother Li and his group kicked the door open.

One of the officers rushed to Zhao's side, reached out to check his breath, and then felt his carotid artery.

Then he shook his head: "Dead!"