Ling Jue dodged the two men's attacks and grabbed their shoulders. Her slender arms seemed to contain a lot of power. She threw the two men to the ground with a backhand.
The two men were in great pain. They rubbed their bodies and stood up. Pointing at Ling Jue, they asked in fear, "Who are you?!"
"Help! Someone is robbing the warehouse!" The two men shouted when they saw Ling Jue not talking and how powerful she was.
Ling Jue ignored them and frowned. It was useless for her body to recuperate for so long.
If it was her previous body, the two of them would have fainted from the fall. There was no way they could still shout.
"Security!" The two of them continued to shout and wanted to run away.
Ling Jue's eyes dimmed. She appeared behind the two of them like a ghost and knocked them unconscious with a slap.
The two of them were already lying on the ground before they could react.
She kicked the body on the ground and a key dropped from one of the man's pockets.
She took out the lighter on his body, took the key, opened the door, and walked in.
There was a heavy smell of wood and a strange smell...
"Lord Jue, it's actually the smell of poppies. Although it's very faint, it can't hide from Lord Tang Yuan's nose." Tang Yuan jumped to a high place and looked at the huge warehouse. There was a lot of furniture inside.
However, there was indeed the smell of poppies coming from the wood.
Humans could not detect such a faint smell. Only Lord Tang Yuan had the ability to do so.
"They're using domestic furniture to transport drugs overseas?!" Ling Jue's eyes darkened. These people were still secretly doing this kind of business.
"It should be like this. Moreover, they're hiding in the furniture to transport it. They must be trying to secretly transport it away," Tang Yuan analyzed.
"Who cares? If you provoke me, you'll have to pay the price." Ling Jue snorted coldly. She took out a lighter, tore off the paper shell beside it, lit it, and threw it into the pile of furniture.
She did not bring any gasoline, so it burned very slowly. She lit it up everywhere.
A moment later, she heard the shouts from outside. The fire inside was burning up, so she walked out.
She avoided the people who were fighting the fire and walked toward the meeting place of Hei Gang leisurely.
She might as well deal with him together since he was still there.
Ling Jue's vigorous figure disappeared from the surveillance camera and went straight up the stairs to the top floor.
She lowered her hat, rolled up her sleeves, and went upstairs quietly.
Soon, she arrived at the door of the office. The lights were on inside. She looked at the people who were still in the meeting and sneered.
"Tang Yuan."
"Yes!"
Tang Yuan ran to the main switch of the power supply. It opened its mouth and snapped the wires.
A few sparks flashed, and the whole building sank into darkness.
Tang Yuan rubbed its mouth and mumbled, "Fortunately, Tang Yuan is resistant to electricity. Otherwise, it would have turned into a roasted Tang Yuan, and its mouth would have gone numb."
It flew to Ling Jue's side quickly. "Lord Jue, everything is taken care of."
"Very good." Ling Jue smiled. She pulled the brim of her hat back a little, pushed the door open, and walked into the noisy office.
"What's going on? Why is there a power failure?"
"Did something happen?"
"..."
The group of people were a little confused. They could imagine that something must have happened. Otherwise, there would not be a sudden power failure.
Ling Jue threw the lighter in her hand on their table. In the dark night, the noisy office exploded.
"Who is it?!"
"I don't know!"
Bang!
The documents on their table lit up, lighting up the entire office.
"Tsk tsk, it's very lively." Ling Jue pulled a stool over. The iron stool rubbed against the ground, making a screeching sound.
"Who are you?!" Hei Gang sat on the seat of honor and did not say a word. Even though his subordinates were looking at Ling Jue in horror, he remained calm.
He took out a cigarette and lit it up, blowing out a smoke ring.