"Everyone, follow me!"
Lu Qianhan, like a demon emerging from hell, exuding an aura of destruction, gave orders to his trusted bodyguard team that had instantly assembled outside the door.
*
An abandoned old industrial area.
This is one of the many gray strongholds under Master Zhao's name. Its location is hidden and easy to defend, and it is also easy to deal with troubles.
The warehouse was spacious and cluttered, filled with discarded machine parts and dusty shipping containers.
A cleared area was set up in the center, where several men dressed in shabby clothes and with fierce faces were talking in hushed tones around a campfire lit on a tin oil drum, occasionally letting out rough laughter.
In addition to the smell of campfire smoke, the air was filled with the odor of cheap tobacco and alcohol.
In the deepest part of the warehouse, in a simple little room partitioned off with scrap wood, Zi Xi was carelessly thrown onto the cold cement floor.
She remained unconscious, her long hair disheveled, her face as pale as paper, and her lips devoid of any color.
A man with a thick beard and lewd eyes rubbed his hands together and grinned as he walked into the small cubicle.
He was a henchman of Master Zhao, known as Scarface Qiang, who was notorious for his lechery and brutality.
He stared at Zi Xi, who was helpless on the ground, his eyes gleaming with greed and filth.
"Damn, Lu Qianhan's woman... is indeed quite attractive."
"Let me have a taste first..."
He chuckled and squatted down, his rough fingers reaching out to touch Zixi's cheek.
*
Meanwhile, outside the warehouse.
Lu Qianhan mobilized all the forces he could.
On the surface, he is an elite member of Lu's Security Company, as well as many more bodyguards who are secretly trained from childhood to serve him and the core of the Lu family.
They were well-trained and, under the cover of night, silently eliminated all the sentries and patrols on the perimeter, their actions swift and decisive without any warning.
Lu Qianhan personally led the team.
He changed into a black combat suit that allowed for easy movement, which accentuated his lean and upright figure.
He held a modified handgun with a silencer in his hand.
"Team A clears the east entrance."
"Team B controls the high ground, snipers in position."
"Group C will break through from the front with me."
The concise and impersonal instructions were transmitted via a miniature communicator.
Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed towards the huge, rusty iron gate of the warehouse.
A dull thud, not the sound of a gunshot, but the sound of an explosive device precisely blasting open the lock cylinder.
The iron gate was kicked open violently.
The kidnappers sitting around the campfire inside the warehouse were stunned by the sudden attack. In a panic, they grabbed the machetes, iron bars, and some even pulled out their pistols.
However, what awaited them was a one-sided, crushing massacre.
Lu Qianhan's figure flashed and moved among the stacked cargo boxes, and each time the wooden gun in his hand was used, it was accompanied by the fall of a kidnapper.
His gun-firing technique was terrifyingly accurate, almost always hitting the center of the forehead or the heart—a point of instant death.
The set of actions had no unnecessary frills, only the simplest and most efficient killing.
The bodyguards who rushed in with him were equally skilled and worked in perfect coordination.
Lu Qianhan had a clear goal and showed no intention of lingering in the fight.
He walked through the main warehouse area, his eyes scanning every possible corner.
His heart pounded wildly in his chest, not from fear, but from a fear that seemed to burst out of his chest.
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