"Li i."
The girl studied his face curiously while answering.
Su Mo’s movents paused for a brief mont.
’Li i...’
A thought crossed his mind.
’Is that just a coincidence?’
"Uncle Brother?" the girl asked, noticing his reaction. "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing."
Su Mo quickly shook his head and smiled.
"That’s a very cute na."
"From now on, I’ll call you Little i."
The girl nodded obediently.
"Okay."
Su Mo glanced toward the open warehouse entrance.
"Little i, have you ever experienced flying before?"
"Like on an airplane?"
"Sothing like that," Su Mo replied.
"Your big brother is still a beginner, though, so hold on tight."
Although confused, Li i grabbed his shirt with both hands.
A mont later, her eyes widened.
The ground beneath them was moving away.
Su Mo’s body slowly rose into the air.
They floated several ters above the warehouse floor before drifting toward the exit.
Li i stared down at the ground, then back at Su Mo.
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Uncle Brother... do you work in a circus?"
Su Mo looked at her speechless.
After a mont, he nodded.
"Yeah."
"But there are no ropes or wires," she said seriously. "How are you flying?"
"Little i is very smart."
Su Mo spoke casually while gliding toward the warehouse roofs.
"This is a new circus technique called ’No Strings.’"
"It’s not very popular yet."
"Amazing..." Li i whispered.
While answering her questions, Su Mo extended his spiritual sense again.
He monitored the movents across the warehouse compound.
The sounds of fighting echoed faintly in the distance.
’Shuang has already started.’
Su Mo observed the situation.
Leng Shuang’s combat ability was excellent.
Now that many of the gang mbers’ weapons had been disabled by his magnetic interference, her job would beco much easier.
’She should be able to handle the rest.’
He had already prepared sothing to help her guide her way. For the most part, things were going smoothly.
After a mont of observation, Su Mo decided it was ti for the next step.
He pulled out his phone.
*Beep.*
The call connected quickly.
"Hello, Miss Yang?"
A slightly plain voice answered from the other side. Yang Qingxi sounded faintly annoyed.
["Aren’t you busy spending ti with your maid? I didn’t expect you to have ti to call ."]
Su Mo blinked. He was taken aback by her odd tone.
"How is that related?"
He shook his head and decided not to dwell on it.
"Never mind."
His voice beca slightly more serious.
"Miss Yang, there’s a situation."
"I need your help."
***
anwhile, Leng Shuang had already entered the deeper area of the warehouse compound.
Several gang mbers had attempted to block her path earlier, but their resistance had been brief and ineffective.
At first, she had moved cautiously.
Even with her strength and speed, Leng Shuang wasn’t foolish enough to underestimate firearms. A single well-placed bullet could end her life, no matter how skilled she was. For the first few minutes, she kept her movents asured, observing the enemies and watching their actions.
But sothing strange quickly beca obvious.
None of them was firing.
At first, she thought they were hesitating. Then she noticed the problem—every gun they held seed to have malfunctioned.
So rifles refused to fire. Others had their barrels twisted strangely, as if the tal itself had warped.
Leng Shuang imdiately understood.
’Master too action.’
There was no doubt about it. Only Su Mo could be responsible for sothing like this.
With that realisation, the last bit of restraint in her movents disappeared.
If firearms were no longer a threat, then the battlefield had instantly beco her domain.
Close combat was her speciality.
She rushed forward without hesitation.
The gang mbers barely had ti to react before she was already among them. Her movents were swift and precise, shaped by years of training and real combat.
A punch landed squarely in one man’s chest, knocking the breath out of him.
Another tried to grab her from behind. She twisted her body, grabbed his arm, and flipped him over her shoulder. He hit the ground hard enough to lose consciousness.
A sweeping kick sent two more n crashing into a stack of wooden crates.
The difference in skill was overwhelming.
Without their guns, these criminals were nothing more than ordinary thugs.
Within minutes, several of them were already sprawled across the ground, groaning in pain. Others hesitated to approach her at all.
To Leng Shuang, dealing with them felt less like a battle and more like an adult casually pushing aside a group of unruly children.
Just as she finished knocking down another opponent, sothing strange happened.
The dagger tucked inside her pocket suddenly flew out on its own.
Leng Shuang blinked.
The blade hovered briefly in the air before pointing toward the distance.
She imdiately understood.
’Master is guiding .’
Without hesitation, she followed the floating dagger.
Along the way, a few remaining gang mbers attempted to block her again, but their efforts were aningless. Each one was dealt with quickly and efficiently.
Soon she arrived near the fourth warehouse in the first row.
The dagger hovered in front of the building for a mont before drifting back toward her.
Leng Shuang caught it easily.
’So this is the place.’
She paused outside the door for a mont.
Then she rembered Su Mo’s instructions.
’Act like a righteous hero.’
Leng Shuang stood still and tried to recall the expressions of police officers she had seen before. She had crossed paths with them during certain missions, sotis observing them from afar while working in the shadows.
They usually carried a particular presence—calm, determined, and full of quiet confidence.
She tried to imitate that feeling.
Her posture straightened, and her eyes softened slightly.
The cold killing intent she normally carried disappeared, replaced with sothing steadier and reassuring.
’This should be close enough...’
Just as she reached for the lock to pry it open, the heavy tal lock suddenly twisted on its own.
Without anyone touching it, the tal warped and bent until it dropped to the ground with a dull clank.
Leng Shuang stared at it for a second.
"Master is really doing everything to make this easier for ," she muttered quietly.
She pushed the warehouse door open.
The mont the door swung inward, a pungent sll rushed toward her.
It was the thick scent of sweat, filth, and blood.
Even soone like Leng Shuang, who had experienced many unpleasant environnts during her years as an assassin, couldn’t help frowning slightly.
Inside the warehouse were more than a hundred people.
Most of them were children.
There were also several won and a few n among them.
Their condition was terrible.
The children looked thin and weak, their small bodies clearly suffering from malnutrition. So were sitting in corners, too tired to even lift their heads properly.
Many of them were covered in dirt and excrent.
Their clothes hung loosely from their fragile fras.
The won were in even worse condition.
Their clothing had been torn into rags. So tried weakly to hold the children close, but their own strength was nearly gone.
The few n present looked equally miserable.
Their eyes were hollow and lifeless.
They had clearly been treated worse than livestock.
Leng Shuang’s sharp observation allowed her to understand the situation imdiately.
She could easily guess what had happened with many of the won here.
Her brow furrowed slightly. But she quickly controlled her expression.
During her years as a killer, she had witnessed many dark corners of the world. Compared to so of those tragedies in her mories, this scene was not enough to shock her.
What surprised her more was the reaction of the captives.
Her arrival didn’t imdiately bring excitent.
Instead, many of them looked frightened.
A stranger had suddenly appeared in the doorway, dressed like a fighter and carrying weapons. It was natural that they would feel wary.
Only a few of the children who seed slightly stronger looked at her with cautious curiosity.
Leng Shuang took a slow breath.
Then she raised her voice.
"Everyone!"
Her tone carried a steady confidence.
"I’m here to save you!"
Inside her mind, she thought calmly.
’That should attract their attention.’
And it did.
Her words fell into the silent warehouse as if a stone dropped into still water.
The effect was imdiate. Their expressions began to change.
First shock, then disbelief.
And slowly, sothing else called—
Hope.
People who had looked lifeless monts ago lifted their heads.
So struggled to sit up.
Even those too weak to move tried to raise their eyes toward the doorway.
They all stared at Leng Shuang simultaneously.
For people who had long believed they would never leave this place alive, the sight of soone standing there and declaring that they had co to rescue them felt almost unreal.
Yet none of them dared to speak.
They simply stared at her.
As if afraid that if they blinked, their saviour might disappear.
Seeing those eyes filled with fragile hope, Leng Shuang felt a strange feeling in her chest.
She slowly stepped forward.
Then she gave a warm smile. Which was sothing very rare for her.
Opening her arms wide toward them, she spoke clearly.
"Your suffering ends here."
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