Late at night.
The moonlight was hazy.
A window at the edge of the warehouse was gently pushed open. A figure quietly climbed out, slung a suitcase over his back, and darted toward the perimeter like a phantom.
In the darkness, the Sentinels stationed around the military base stood rigidly at their posts, night-vision goggles in hand as they carefully observed their surroundings. Static crackled from the walkie-talkies at their waists.
"Report in, all teams."
"Team One, no abnormalities."
"Team Two, no abnormalities."
"Team Three..."
Once all the teams had finished reporting, the voice on the other end of the walkie-talkie seemed to let out a sigh of relief.
"Stay sharp. Under no circumstances can you let the Sword Saint sneak away again. I'm not asking you to stop the Sword Saint; the moment you spot him, report to me immediately... This is an order from Commander Ye. If the Sword Saint gets away again, none of us will have it easy. Understood?"
"Understood!"
The Sentinel standing atop the platform put his walkie-talkie back at his waist and was just about to raise his night-vision goggles when an invisible sword aura suddenly struck him in the forehead!
His vision went dark, and he immediately lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground.
Not just him—all the Sentinels stationed in that direction were knocked unconscious by sword aura at the same time. A figure swept through the sky and arrived at the edge of the military base in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Ping dragged his suitcase behind him, silently removed his black mask, and let out a long breath as he looked at the empty surroundings.
Now no one could tattle to Ye Fan...
Beep beep beep—!!
A car horn suddenly sounded in the distance.
Then, beams of blinding high beams