Ya Tianxing's voice shouted through the earpiece, but Mo Shangjun ignored it.
She absolutely had to do this.
If it was those "familiar faces" of Ya Tianxing, she believed he could handle it on his own.
But the target of the last bomb was not a person, but the room where drugs were manufactured.
She needed it completely destroyed.
It might have the chance to be rebuilt in the future, but this destruction represents Ya Tianxing's closure on the matter.
After so many years, finally getting a chance to end things, there should be no regrets.
She needed this one minute.
The windows were tightly shut, but they were wooden, without iron bars, practically just a decoration due to their age. Mo Shangjun took out a small knife to pick the lock, and in less than ten seconds, she smoothly opened the window.
In the chaotic noise, the sound of the window opening was nothing noticeable.
As soon as the window was pulled open, Mo Shangjun leapt into it.
Focusing on two tasks at once.
