There was a huge bowl of fire in front of the prison that crackled as it roared. There were occasional pops and embers leaping from the fire. The sinister entrance of the prison seemed even warmer.
As Ye Wei, Eleven, and Mo Jue came, the old man was extraordinarily angry. As he wanted to catch somebody from the First Terrorist Organization alive, he diverted away most of the experts on the island. Few were left around the prison.
As Xu Nuo passed through the training grounds, she noticed three people guarding the prison. She could not shoot as shooting would arouse suspicion and her master would divert people back to reinforce the prison. If that happened, it would be an utter waste of her effort.
Her dear Stone must be inside there. As she thought about that, Xu Nuo slightly frowned and she slightly flicked her sleeves. Two steel lotuses appeared in her hand, and she shot them into the throats of the men who were discussing the happenings on the island today.
