Zhang Meng did not think much of it. With one hand gripping the guard, he charged straight into the prison.
He checked the cells one by one.
At the same time, he asked the man in his grasp, "Why aren't your companions shooting?"
But the man merely shut his eyes and said nothing. Zhang Meng did not make things difficult for him, only using him as a shield...
Finally, when he reached a solitary cell, he saw the mission target—a bald man with scars on his head.
The identifying features were unmistakable.
At that moment, he suddenly noticed that the guard in his hand had opened his eyes again and looked extremely nervous.
He immediately became vigilant.
Without warning, he threw a vicious punch at the bald man.
But the man seemed to have been prepared. He instantly retreated.
"You're a clever one, kid." The Bald Man grinned savagely.
"Let me tell you something. Guardians cannot kill their companions, reveal their companions' secrets, or disclose secrets from their own side. Otherwise, they'll be executed."
"But rescuers can still be killed by another kind of person."
"By me!" As he spoke, the bald man drew a large-caliber pistol and fired directly at Zhang Meng.
Zhang Meng had long been prepared. He immediately dodged the bullet.
He stepped forward and delivered another savage kick, knocking the rescue target to the ground! The Bald Man, however, burst into laughter. "Hahaha, good hit!"
"You can't kill me. You can beat me, though. Go on, hit me as hard as you want!"
"Since that's the case, then you can suffer properly."
Zhang Meng hated White-Eyed Wolves most of all.
He drove a vicious fist into the bald man's ribs.
That single blow broke five of the man's ribs. Then Zhang Meng dislocated all four of