Chapter 472: The One Hundred and Twenty-Third Rescue (3)
An Yiqing turned her head to look at the twelve members of An Zhifeng and then squatted down to quickly draw a rough map on the ground, "Zhifeng, you go ambush in the dark and surround the factory. I’ll sneak in first to scout the enemy situation and you’ll act on my command. We aren’t sure how many people they have but I’ve found out that this time it’s my old nemesis Canglang Sect. They have a group of Ancient Martial Artists under their command—unconscious, unable to feel pain. I’ve suffered at their hands before. You must be careful. Remember, the most important thing is the rescue. Don’t engage in battle unnecessarily!" An Zhifeng and the others looked serious and replied in low voices, "Yes!"
An Yiqing nodded and waved her hand. An Zhifeng’s twelve men dispersed rapidly in all directions.
Under Liao Jinglin’s worried gaze, the girl agilely crossed the obstacles and gradually disappeared from his view.
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This was an abandoned fireworks factory. Since fireworks were banned in the city, this factory had shut down many years ago. Perhaps because the place was too remote, it still hadn’t sold to this day.
An Yiqing infiltrated the factory grounds silently, her figure moving like a ghost here and there, carefully memorizing the layout of the place.
Like other factories, the walls of the workshop had ventilation openings. Utilizing these, one could catch the enemy off guard with a surprise attack. An Yiqing moved lightly to the base of the wall, pointed her toes, pushed off with a spring, and leapt up, her hands firmly grasping the window sill of the vent, peering inside.
Inside the workshop, dusty, outdated machinery was scattered about. Zhang Yuksheng and Xing Bin were tied up tight against two pillars. Around them were nearly forty men dressed in black. Xiao Shulan, however, sat leisurely by herself on a chair.
Looking at these men in black, An Yiqing’s eyes narrowed, a sharpness flickering within them.
Among these people, there were actually more than twenty Ancient Martial Artists! Although their strength wasn’t high, most being at the Qi Refining Mid-Level, it was still a considerable test for An Zhifeng’s group, who lacked practical combat experience.