Yang Zhen nodded, his gaze shifted to the still-standing Uncle Ghost, the muzzle of his gun always pointed at the other, and coldly said, "You, get down!"
Uncle Ghost glanced at Yang Zhen, then at his men wailing on the ground and the scattered cash, gave a sinister smile, "You... won't catch me."
As he spoke, he rubbed his nose with his index finger, as if wiping snot.
Just as he finished speaking, an extremely strong sense of danger suddenly gripped every nerve of Lin Yu'an at the vantage point he and Xiaoli were on!
This wasn't relying on the eyes, nor the ears, but a Sixth Sense honed on the edge of countless life-and-death situations!
"Xiaoli! Something's wrong!" Lin Yu'an almost shouted, "Quick! Turn on the thermal imaging, full scan of the surrounding ridges! Hurry!"
Xiaoli was startled by Lin Yu'an's sudden reaction, but without hesitation, he immediately raised the drone to its maximum height, switching to thermal imaging scanning mode.
