In a warehouse at a certain pier, people lay scattered across the floor. An hour later, three more people went down in a top-floor room of a bar.
It turned out his wife hadn't been lying—she really did have a knack for getting into trouble. She was a master with knockout powders, so skilled she could even find anything her opponents had hidden, no matter where.
Having promised Xu Changqing before they left that he wouldn't say a word, Shen Weimin, who had also been told to wear gloves, decisively grabbed a rope and trussed the man up like a turkey.
And the two women?
'What an eyesore.'
If Xu Changqing wasn't in such a hurry, she would have loved to take a moment to appreciate the look on Shen Weimin's face. Then again, it was true. Even covered with a sheet, the scene was nauseating enough.
Without another thought, Xu Changqing grabbed a blanket, threw it over them, then roughly looped a rope around the pair twice before sucking them away into her space.
