Zhuang Xian's face was cold as she thought about this. Her hand had already grabbed the armrest of Mo Qian's wheelchair. She lowered her body and leaned close to Mo Qian's ear, saying softly, "The situation here is very wrong. I want to take everyone and retreat!"
Mo Qian's expression did not change after hearing this, but the light in his eyes dimmed a little. He nodded without hesitation and replied, "We'll listen to you. We'll retreat as you say."
Hearing Mo Qian's words, Zhuang Xian looked up at Si Yan and Xiang Nan and said in a low voice, "The two of you, take Mo Qian to the first warehouse. Police forces are guarding there. These killers are underhanded. They can't pass!"
When Si Yan and Xiang Nan heard Zhuang Xian's urgent instructions, they instantly felt their nerves tense. Xiang Nan's tipsy state also ended.
