Standing outside the factory, An Yiqing squinted slightly, her gaze cold. This factory had two workshops; one was empty, while the other one An Yiqing could clearly sense was hiding at least dozens of people.
Their breathing was steady and strong, indicating that they were quite skilled street fighters, not bad among ordinary folks, but not impressive in An Yiqing's eyes.
However, what An Yiqing cared about was not their skills, but the guns in their hands.
Standing at the factory gate, An Yiqing did not move. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and the vital energy within her body began to whirl rapidly. In an instant, her already radiant eyes became even more dazzling, their brilliance seeming to enchant everything in the world.
