In the dim light, the appearance of the man gradually became clear.
It was Lao Liu from the Twelve Blood Generals, best at computers, An Zhiyu!
The one who had just spoken to him was none other than Lao Si of the Twelve Blood Generals, the best sharpshooter, An Zhiyun!
An Zhiyun held a gun in his hand, his gaze fiercely fixed on several fleeting shadows in the dark.
Suddenly, his finger tensed, and he forcefully pulled the trigger.
The gunshot pierced the sky, followed by a man’s heartrending howl.
Seeing his target hit, An Zhiyun excitedly whistled loudly.
"Little Thief, I’ve been stuck in this damn place for days. If I don’t take you down tonight, I’ll write my name, An Zhiyun, backwards!"
As he spoke, An Zhiyun pulled the trigger again, sending a bullet tearing through the darkness into another corner.
At that moment, an angry voice rose from the corner the bullet had targeted, "Damn it, Lao Si, shoot accurately in the pitch dark, I almost got caught in the crossfire!"
"Relax, Third Brother, my shooting is always spot-on, no mistakes!" An Zhiyun chuckled hehe, confidently claiming.
Just then, the voice of the Boss, An Zhifeng, sounded from the shadows: "Knock it off, get to work! The young lady is waiting at home!"
At this, An Zhiyun and the others immediately grew quiet, swiftly bringing down the thieves who had come to steal, using their unique skills.
Leading them was An Zhifeng, who bent down to grab two men, dragging them forward as he said, "Bring those others along. Lao Er, Lao San, Lao Shi, the three of you keep watch. I’ll take over in two hours."
With that, An Zhifeng, along with a few other brothers, flashed out of sight into the night, leaving only two security guards sitting on the ground, dumbfounded, watching their departing figures.
At two in the morning, the Blood General Mansion was brightly lit.
In the main hall, An Yiqing sat at the head, with six men tightly bound and thrown before her.
"Miss, your anticipation is truly remarkable. We waited there for three days, and we really caught them!" An Zhifeng looked at An Yiqing with admiration and exclaimed.
An Yiqing smiled faintly and nodded, her gaze coldly sweeping over the thieves on the floor.
"Who are you? Who sent you? Speak," she casually asked, as if she did not care about the answer at all.
The thieves looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.
In fact, they did not even know who had sent them. They did not even know how they had ended up here.
Seeing the confused expressions on their faces, An Yiqing’s brows gradually furrowed, and a sense of foreboding grew in her heart.
"Do you have anything to say? If not, Ah Feng, kill them."
The Emperor Green teacup was gently placed on the table, emitting a "clink" sound, which along with the word "kill," sent shivers down the thieves’ spines and a chill across their backs.
Upon receiving An Yiqing’s order, An Zhifeng immediately rolled up his sleeves, his ten fingers cracking as he ominously approached the men.
As the towering figure of An Zhifeng neared, the thieves began to tremble. They were only Ancient Martial Artists of moderate strength, no match for so many opponents.
"Heroine! Big sister, spare our lives! Big sister, spare our lives!" The thieves scrambled to An Yiqing’s feet, their words interspersed with sobs and sniffles, "Big sister, spare our lives! We truly don’t know who sent us! We don’t even know how we got here! Heroine, spare us! Big sister, please!" As they cried, they banged their heads forcefully against the floor.