Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o
Chapter 472: The One Hundred and Twenty-Third Rescue (3)

Chapter 472: Chapter 472: The One Hundred and Twenty-Third Rescue (3)

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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This was an abandoned fireworks factory. Since fireworks were banned in the city, this factory had shut down many years ago. Perhaps because the place was too remote, it still hadn’t sold to this day.

An Yiqing infiltrated the factory grounds silently, her figure moving like a ghost here and there, carefully memorizing the layout of the place.

Like other factories, the walls of the workshop had ventilation openings. Utilizing these, one could catch the enemy off guard with a surprise attack. An Yiqing moved lightly to the base of the wall, pointed her toes, pushed off with a spring, and leapt up, her hands firmly grasping the window sill of the vent, peering inside.

Inside the workshop, dusty, outdated machinery was scattered about. Zhang Yuksheng and Xing Bin were tied up tight against two pillars. Around them were nearly forty men dressed in black. Xiao Shulan, however, sat leisurely by herself on a chair.

Looking at these men in black, An Yiqing’s eyes narrowed, a sharpness flickering within them.

Among these people, there were actually more than twenty Ancient Martial Artists! Although their strength wasn’t high, most being at the Qi Refining Mid-Level, it was still a considerable test for An Zhifeng’s group, who lacked practical combat experience.

However, these people were not particularly difficult to deal with. What concerned An Yiqing the most were the two men in black standing close to Zhang Yuksheng and Xing Bin!

She saw in them the shadow of the leader who had attacked the An Family last time!

She couldn’t discern their cultivation level! That meant these two men’s strength was at least above the Mid-Level Innate Realm! And An Yiqing, in the Innate Initial Stage herself, had to face two experts stronger than her, bare-handed!

An Yiqing squinted her eyes, rapidly strategizing in her mind.

Just then, the black-clothed man standing close to Zhang Yuksheng frowned, turned around, and his gaze shot towards the vent sharply like a cold knife!

"Who’s there?! Come out!"

Damn, discovered!

This was the difference in strength! An Yiqing gritted her teeth; the Canglang Sect really held her in high regard, actually sending two experts to deal with her!

She placed her fingers to her lips and blew hard, a sharp whistle cutting through the silence!

Upon hearing the noise, An Zhifeng’s twelve men who were lying in wait around the factory immediately sprang into action, swiftly and agily rushing through the main gate!

The sudden appearance of twelve imposing men startled Xiao Shulan, who couldn’t help but scream, "Who are you! What do you want! Get out!"

An Zhifeng and his team didn’t pay any attention to Xiao Shulan, standing still in their places, confronting the more than thirty black-clothed men quietly ready for action.

Xiao Shulan couldn’t bear being ignored like this. Relying on her side’s superior numbers, she became increasingly arrogant and insolent.