Rong City. A few lights were scattered across the windows of an office building.
Underground parking garage.
A jeep slowly pulled into the space that should have been its own.
The driver was a woman. She was young, but kept herself in excellent shape, and her eyes were full of wariness. A large sheet of waterproof tarp, much like the kind used for camping, covered the back seat.
More importantly, there was a strange, human-shaped bulge beneath the tarp.
At that moment, Qian Mowen was unconscious, his hands and feet bound behind him. Tape had been wrapped tightly around his mouth several times, and he had been stripped almost completely naked, left with only a pair of underwear.
The man who was about to take over as acting director of the Night Watch Execution Department looked as wretched as a plucked duck.
Everything about this was strange, so as soon as Crimson received the message, they activated their most cautious plan. Along the way, they had secretly transferred Qian Mowen from No. 2's car to the woman's jeep.
At that moment, No. 2 was still driving, circling around the western outskirts of the city, far from here, to check whether anyone was following him.
No. 6 and No. 7 followed behind No. 2, keeping watch.
The woman glanced at the rearview mirror, then touched the Bluetooth earpiece hooked over her ear. Her voice was flat and strictly businesslike. "I've got him. Come out."
A few seconds later, Wanyan Ning, sitting in the car and disguised with her ability, heard a dull thump on the roof. The jeep rocked, and a small figure leaped down from above.
A person who looked like a little girl appeared outside the car door. She wore a matching Bluetooth earpiece, and the enormous black pack