While the kidnappers had all their attention focused on the police, Jun Wangchen had used his agility to sneak over to the outermost room.
Inside that room were several kidnappers armed with guns.
They guarded the room with tense expressions, each extremely cautious. At the slightest disturbance, they would probably pull their triggers and open fire.
Jun Wangchen narrowed his eyes and turned his palm over, catching three Tree Needles between his fingertips. After judging the timing, he burst straight through the window.
Crash!
As the sound of shattering glass rang out, a figure charged into the outer room.
"Someone's here!" The three kidnappers' expressions changed sharply. Instinctively, they raised their guns to shoot.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
But before any of them could act, three faint whistles sliced through the air.
Their eyes bulged as numbness swept through their bodies. All their strength drained away, and the guns they had raised fell straight to the floor.
Looking down, all three felt their pupils contract, as though they had seen a ghost.
A green Tree Needle was embedded in each of their chests!
Swish!
While the three were unable to move, Jun Wangchen darted forward and delivered three knife-hand strikes to the backs of their necks, knocking them unconscious.
After dealing with them, Jun Wangchen quickly surveyed his surroundings, then walked silently to the window and waved. "Come over, quick!"
Both sides of Mo Li's hands were slick with sweat. Half a minute had passed since Jun Wangchen entered the outermost room, but she still had no word from him. Had the kidnappers captured him?
Before she could dwell on it, a hand suddenly appeared at the window ahead and beckoned to her.
On closer inspection, she saw half of Jun Wangchen's head peeking out as he repeatedly signaled to her