Upon receiving the message, Qian Xiaoling grabbed the keycard and ran into the building.
She ran all the way to the third floor and saw the door standing open. Rushing inside, she found Lu Chengchuan holding someone by the collar. The guy hung limp as if he had no bones, his body drooping to the floor like a soft noodle.
The room was clean and tidy, without the slightest trace of a struggle.
Lu Chengchuan had beaten the man into a dead-dog state. The Black Tower Mercenaries member had never had a chance to fight back.
After escorting him into the car, Lu Chengchuan tied his hands and pulled a hood over his head. Still not reassured, he had Qian Xiaoling give him an anesthetic injection.
Having successfully captured one person, Qian Xiaoling drove onward. The second target was not far from here, around five hundred meters away, and the car soon arrived downstairs.
Leaving her below to keep watch over the captive, Lu Chengchuan hurried upstairs.
On the fifth floor of the privately built house, Lu Chengchuan knocked according to the same sequence as before. Yet long after the third knock fell, there was no movement from inside.
There were no footsteps. It was silent inside.
"Did he run...?"
Lu Chengchuan stepped forward and pounded hard on the door. The banging echoed through the narrow hallway. It was nearly three in the morning; anyone would wake up if she kept knocking like that.
"Why are you banging on doors in the middle of the night? Are you going to let people sleep or not?!"
The person he was looking for did not come out, but someone else had been awakened instead. A bare-chested man stormed out.
"Where did the people in this apartment go?"
"How would I know? Are