Qin Jing'an made a prompt decision.

retreat.

Even if the painting was found, the most they would be charged with is theft.

And the evidence they collected was enough to get them into trouble.

Unexpectedly, just as the two turned around and walked back, a scream was heard from the small dark room where King was originally imprisoned.

Qin Jingning soon heard the subtle movement.

"There's someone downstairs."

"Hurry and go."

They didn't care whether their whereabouts would be exposed and jogged all the way.

When passing by the previous "warehouse", the three big men seemed to show signs of waking up.

Ningning kicked him again without hesitation.

When they arrived at the fire escape, the girl who screamed covered her mouth tightly, her face full of fear.

Following her gaze, King just dropped the blood-stained picture frame in his hand to the ground.

The two strong men who were there at the beginning are now missing.

"Hurry up." Qin Jing'an pushed everyone, "Someone is coming."

However, the fire escape was only half a person's height, so people entering could only crawl.

Moreover, many of them are just holding on forcing themselves to act.

The narrow passage was already packed with people.

King gathered his last bit of strength and pushed the girl who had just screamed into the passage.

There's no more room.

Qin Jing'an and Qin Jingning looked at each other, and the latter closed the door resolutely.

Ning Ning warned, "Run, crawl towards the side where there are no rats, and once you crawl out, go to the Embassy of Country Z."

"You must survive."

The two girls were separated by a wooden door, and Qin Jingning's firm voice seemed to give the other party infinite strength.

There was a heavy response from the other end, followed by the sound of rustling clothes.

King sat down on the ground, holding the picture frame with a sense of relief.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect to involve you so deeply."

"I can't get out anymore. Just go ahead and don't worry about me."

His knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

This place ruined everything for him.

King was destined to make a final decision here.

Qin Jingan rolled his eyes.

A painter is a painter. Even at the critical moment of life and death, he still has time to engage in art.

He took out his flashlight and looked at the structural diagram carefully.

Since there is a fire escape, there must be more than one.

"Ouch." Qin Jing'an made a bad sound and looked up at Ningning. "It seems I still need to go to the third floor. The nearest passage to the escape ladder is in the boss's office that King mentioned."

Qin Jingning made a quick judgment.

If you go out head-on, you will probably run into a large group of people returning from celebrating.

In a country where it is legal to own that thing, she doesn't dare to take the risk.

No matter how good your kung fu is, you are still afraid of a kitchen knife.

"Put him on your back and go." Ningning took the lead and walked out.

Qin Jing'an stuffed the camera into King's arms.

"Don't be idle. If I can leave some first-hand pictures, I'll see which newspaper dares to reject me!"

He carried King on his back and caught up with Qin Jingning without any effort.

The people on the first floor had indeed discovered the deserted "warehouse" and were cursing while talking on the phone.

When a strange oriental face appeared, they immediately realized something was wrong.

But no one is faster than Qin Jingning.

She leaped up, raised her knee, and struck the man who had taken the brunt of the attack directly in the chest.

"Click".

Qin Jing'an didn't know whether King was taking the picture or Ningning broke the other person's bones.

Ningning's petite figure shuttled back and forth among the group of strong men like a loach.

In terms of strength, she might not be able to suppress it.

But she knew how to deliver a deadly blow, and every punch or kick she delivered was sure to bring someone down.

The group of people who were originally so aggressive all fell to the ground in a mess.

Qin Jingning raised his head and brushed aside the loose hair on his forehead.

At this moment, she suddenly wanted to shout.

I'll beat ten!

"Go away, stop trying to be cool." Qin Jing'an didn't forget to make a sarcastic remark as he passed by her.

Who knows where these people are celebrating. What if they are in the tavern just now? That would be like catching a turtle in a jar.

Since the fight had already started, Qin Jing'an didn't hide anything. He swung the picture frame in King's other hand and smashed the glass curtain wall of the boss's office.

Alarms blared throughout the facility.

"Let's make a fuss, it's better if the fuss gets bigger."

Qin Jing'an gritted his teeth. He was not an illegal immigrant.

The worst that could happen is that it would give Dad a headache.

As soon as they entered the room, the brother and sister rubbed the wall, wishing they could dig a hole in it.

But I still couldn't find anything wrong.

"Brother, did you look at the wrong picture?"

"Impossible! I even asked Dai Youcai specifically." Qin Jing'an rejected it without a second thought. "It's in this room."

"Ahem, the ceiling."

King weakly pointed upwards, his hand quickly falling back to his side.

There were a few areas on the ceiling where the paint was noticeably off-color.

"Great painter, you will surely become famous when you go out."

Qin Jingning gave a thumbs up.

She stepped nimbly onto the large desk beside her, and then stepped on Qin Jing'an's shoulder.

Qin Jingning commanded: "Move a little to the middle."

Soon the hand touched a movable board.

"Brother, I'm going to use more force." Although she warned him in advance, Qin Jing'an still felt a pain in his shoulder.

Qin Jingning pushed open a board, revealing a dark hole.

She rolled in nimbly.

"There is a way, come up quickly."

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