“Historically, not a single Japanese person has been friendly. They might be preparing to invade our country. Should we arrest them and question them?” Zhao Zhicheng asked.

“He is highly skilled in martial arts; even Qiu Zeyu is no match for him. Should I not use a tranquilizer gun?” Lan Yamei suggested that they take him down first.

"Alright, so as not to lose your life for nothing. You take it out and guard it here. I'll go lure the man out, and you can secretly shoot him."

"I'll go. This person is dangerous. You haven't practiced kung fu, what if you get hurt?" Lan Yamei took out a tranquilizer gun and handed it to Zhao Zhicheng, then turned around and bravely went to knock on the door.

Zhao Zhicheng gripped the tranquilizer gun tightly, lying in ambush not far away.

The cave dwelling was dilapidated, with light peeking through its two broken doors. Just as Lan Yamei raised her hand, before she could even knock, a shrill voice from inside asked, "Who is it?"

"I'm just passing by. It's getting dark, and I've sprained my ankle. I'm looking for a place to rest." Lan Yamei tried her best to look pitiful.

The person inside said impatiently, "Get out of here!"

Lan Yamei clenched her fists and knocked hard on the door, saying earnestly, "Kind person, please, my foot hurts terribly, I can't take another step. If I run into a wolf again, I definitely won't survive the night. Please do me a favor and let me hide."

The person inside the door didn't say a word, but swung out a palm, blowing the door open with the force of the palm, and a figure flew out, aiming straight for Lan Yamei's life.

Lan Yamei nimbly flipped to the side, dodging the attack. Zhao Zhicheng seized the opportunity, and as soon as the old man's feet touched the ground, he firmly planted a tranquilizer dart into his buttocks.

As soon as he felt the pain, before he could even turn around, he collapsed to the ground.