Su Qiao knitted her brows slightly as she thought it over, then drew a breath and crouched low like a cheetah, charging toward the back of the warehouse at top speed.
There were naturally guards stationed behind the warehouse as well. However, the moment the two guards sensed something was wrong, Su Qiao covered their mouths and cleanly twisted their necks.
There were no windows behind the warehouse, only a small skylight four or five meters above the ground.
That, however, was no challenge for Su Qiao.
The Eagle Claw Hook caught the edge of the skylight precisely. After drawing a breath, she took several quick steps and climbed up. Her slender body slipped inside like a slippery fish, and she landed silently in a crouch in the corner.
Host, it really is opium. They're discussing raising the price. I'll translate their conversation for you.
444 had already scanned the entire warehouse before even entering it.
At that moment, the group happened to reach the door, and the guards were helping them open the iron gate.
"No need. Record it first and take some photos. We might need them later."
Before they entered, Su Qiao swiftly searched every corner of the rear half of the warehouse and finally found two oil-filled metal barrels.
Taking the simplest and most direct approach, she pulled out the Golden Sword from her spatial storage and sliced off the tops of the oil barrels as easily as cutting tofu. She then picked up the barrels and splashed the oil over the wooden crates outside.
She reached into her pocket and took out the matches she had obtained from one of the guards she had killed outside. Just as she was about to light them, 444 hurriedly urged her on.
Host, Chu Yihan has indeed been