“I advise you not to act rashly. If you fire a shot here, the surrounding area will hear it, and people will come over. Then you won’t be able to save the person you want to save.” Scarface had been on this path for so many years, and even in unbearable pain, he still managed to analyze the situation calmly.

Shen Shaolin felt a surge of anger whenever he thought about how this man had just been brazenly saying he wanted to enjoy the company of them.

Damn it, this is the first time in my life that anyone has dared to say such things to him. He won't let this go so easily until he beats him half to death and gets his revenge.

It would be best to blow his anus open.

A flash of inspiration struck Shen Shaolin, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He was clearly very satisfied with his "good idea" and was preparing to put it into practice.

Ji Muhan glanced coldly at the person next to her who was clearly "restless" again.

Shen Shaolin pursed his lips and reluctantly took a step back.

No rush, we'll torture him slowly after Ji Muhan is done playing with him.

Ji Muhan calmly took out a silencer from her right boot, attached it, released the safety, pointed the gun at the scarred man, and asked him indifferently, "I'll give you one last chance. Where are those people you arrested yesterday?"

"I won't tell you. Kill me if you want." The scarred man sneered, his cold, hoarse voice sounding extremely harsh.

Anyway, he's already had his tendons severed, so even if he's alive, he'll be a cripple.

"bump."

He was shot right between the eyebrows.

Her movements were elegant and refined.

With the silencer, you can't even hear the sound.

"It's too noisy." Ji Muhan's cold and indifferent voice was as flat as ever, as if he were describing something that was perfectly ordinary, and you could actually see a hint of disgust in his eyes.

Upon seeing this scene, Shen Shaolin's face stiffened, and he inexplicably felt a chill on his neck, roaring inwardly.

Goodness, this was his first time carrying out a mission with Ji Muhan, and he had never seen such a leisurely and elegant killing before.

He thought Ji Muhan was simply reporting on how the scarred-face man had harassed him before.

Uh, he strangely realized that he seemed to have actually...

"Ji Muhan, you took him down with one shot? That's too easy on him! I wanted to blow his ass open, torture him slowly for a while, and then kill him." After a long while, Shen Shaolin remembered that he hadn't had a chance to do what he wanted to do to him yet, and he was very indignant.

Ji Muhan glanced at him indifferently, then calmly disassembled the rifle in her hand into pieces and threw it into a pit in the junkyard.

"dirty."

Just from what that person said to him, he even felt that doing it himself would dirty his hands!

Shen Shaolin couldn't help but complain in his heart that Ji Muhan would probably have to wash her hands ten or twenty times when she got back.

He is truly a severe germaphobe.

Is he going to make his girlfriend brush her teeth before they kiss in the future?

Shen Shaolin imagined it for a moment, and just thinking about it made him feel that the scene was too bizarre and too strange, so he couldn't help but shudder.

I wonder who could possibly tolerate this severely ill patient?

Oh, it seems there are some.

After all, if it were Momo, she would probably be willing to brush her teeth ten or eight times, let alone brush them.

Tsk tsk tsk, what a pair of oddballs.

"There's no time to waste here, we must find the hostages as soon as possible." Ji Muhan glanced coldly at the corpses lying on the ground around her.

"Eliminate everyone, leave no one alive. Search inside and outside the house, don't miss any corner," Ji Muhan coldly ordered.

Liangzi and Jinhua searched the house inside and out thoroughly, confirming that there were no survivors.

Actually, there were only four or five people left outside, and they had long been beaten to the point of being unable to fight back.

No sooner had he finished speaking than, in less than two seconds, Shen Shaolin, Mengzi, and Liangzi attacked simultaneously.

The twenty-odd armed men were all lifeless, lying quietly on the ground.

"Search the area thoroughly. If we don't find the person we're looking for, leave immediately. We can't linger here too long." Ji Muhan's sharp eyes swept across the surroundings.

"Captain, there are no hostages we need to rescue here," Jin Hua said calmly.

“However, we have discovered something good…” Shen Shaolin’s eyes were deep and his lips curled up, but the curve of his mouth was devoid of any warmth.

Jin Hua glanced at the white powder in the small bag, and analyzed calmly, almost ruthlessly, "Something like this, hidden deep in the mountains, is something Yunnan has no shortage of..."

“Drug dealer.” Ji Muhan glanced coldly at the white powder and added casually.

Shen Shaolin, unusually devoid of his usual joking demeanor, frowned solemnly, hesitating to speak, "It concerns drug dealers, could this mission involve...?"

Ji Muhan's eyes were cold and indifferent; she remained silent.

The other members of the Wolf Pack fell silent as well. A deathly silence quickly spread around them, oppressive and heavy.

The group had already thoroughly investigated the area inside and outside the house. Since it couldn't possibly be here, it meant that this was just a temporary stop, a smokescreen.

They wiped out everyone here, leaving no survivors. If this goes on for too long, they'll be easily discovered, alerting the enemy and making it very difficult for them to rescue the hostages.

Therefore, they must find the people before they are discovered, and prevent them from harming the hostages.

"Evacuate immediately." Ji Muhan's gaze turned cold.

Everyone exchanged glances simultaneously. They had a gut feeling that this was definitely not a simple kidnapping incident; there might be a bigger conspiracy behind it.

If the person isn't found soon, things could become incredibly complicated...

——Divider——

Mo Xiaoqing didn't know why she was here.

She was sleeping in the inn in the ancient city when she suddenly lost consciousness, and when she woke up again, she was in this bed.

Mo Xiaoqing looked at the furnishings of the room with heightened vigilance. It was also a wooden house, but the furnishings here looked simpler than those in the inn where she had stayed. Apart from a bamboo bed and a bamboo table, there was nothing else.

Moreover, the building is rather crude, and some of the details of the wooden house are not well made to let in light. If it were daytime, I imagine a ray of light would still shine in.

Her intuition told her that something was wrong here.

The contents of the room could be seen at a glance, so it seemed that either she had left her bag at the inn, or they had taken it...

Oh my god, I'm so tired.

With all communication devices out of my sight, I can't even call for help!

No, she can't stay here forever.

What happened next proved her intuition correct—

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