Su Yaoyao sat behind Red Treasure, reached out, and pointed the way for Red Treasure.
"Go over there!"
Peacock flapped its wings and soared into the sky, its clear call echoing through the night.
"Coo—"
...
The bakery was silent.
The workshop had been shut down for days.
Song Xiangshuai's parents were invited by a major client to go out of town.
At the factory gate, several security guards received a vibration on their phones, showing they had received an order.
[Group Three, retreat]
"Oh? Is there a situation?"
"Immediate retreat!"
As it turns out, unbeknownst to anyone, these security guards had been replaced by members of the Immortal Technique Committee!
Five or six of them rushed out of the guardhouse, dashed into a van, and before they were seated properly, slammed the door shut, started the engine, and pressed the gas pedal. With a loud "vroom", the van wobbled out of the bakery factory, sped onto the road, and raced away without looking back!
