"Before him, someone had already tied them up."
"Hmm?"
Mo Shangjun paused in drying her hair and looked at Ya Tianxing, not understanding what he meant.
"Who?" Mo Shangjun asked, perplexed.
"Don't know."
Ya Tianxing took a turn and headed back the way they had come.
They passed three police cars on the way, but no one stopped the Jeep.
"Can we get the surveillance footage?"
"It's difficult," Ya Tianxing said, "the technique was very professional."
They had avoided the cameras, and even those strong men who were caught probably hadn't seen the real faces of their captors.
Even the hundred or so trainees training nearby hadn't noticed anything unusual happening there.
This situation was likely a dead end.
"Zhou Yuan's backup support?" Mo Shangjun narrowed her eyes.
Ya Tianxing slightly tilted his head to look at her for a moment before replying, "Possible."
It was just one possibility.
