An Yiqing turned her head to look at the twelve members of An Zhifeng and then squatted down to quickly draw a rough map on the ground, "Zhifeng, you go ambush in the dark and surround the factory. I'll sneak in first to scout the enemy situation and you'll act on my command. We aren't sure how many people they have but I've found out that this time it's my old nemesis Canglang Sect. They have a group of Ancient Martial Artists under their command—unconscious, unable to feel pain. I've suffered at their hands before. You must be careful. Remember, the most important thing is the rescue. Don't engage in battle unnecessarily!"
An Zhifeng and the others looked serious and replied in low voices, "Yes!"
An Yiqing nodded and waved her hand. An Zhifeng's twelve men dispersed rapidly in all directions.
Under Liao Jinglin's worried gaze, the girl agilely crossed the obstacles and gradually disappeared from his view.
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