"Young Master, do you think they might have been scared off?"
An Xi played the siren through a recorder and loudspeaker, and the street thugs below scattered in panic. She turned to look at Li Feng, who was observing the factory before them: "It would be easy for them to run, but they'd have to take a piece of trash with them."
"Wait here, I'm going in."
An Xi looked at Li Feng with concern as she spoke.
"Young Master, please be careful."
"We will take you back."
The Falcon leapt down: "While the other party still hasn't arrived, we can use the back door."
The Falcon observed the outside situation from the upstairs window.
"There's a little over a minute left until the agreed time," said the Fox, glancing at the Tiger. A decision had to be made.
The Tiger didn't hesitate for two seconds before making a decision: "Fox, Falcon, you lead the way, the Jackal will carry him, I'll cover our rear. Let's move."
"Yes!"
