Mr. Qin arrived at Warehouse 17 at West City Pier around 8:50. After entering the warehouse, he looked around but didn’t see any of Bei Mo’s people.

He had actually guessed this beforehand, knowing that Bei Mo wouldn’t show up. First, because Bei Mo is a cautious person who doesn’t fight battles he’s not sure of winning. Second, he has always been arrogant and aloof, never facing problems that his subordinates can solve.

Even though Mr. Qin knew Bei Mo wouldn’t appear, he was thoroughly prepared because he knew Bei Mo wouldn’t just let him go. With such a good opportunity to get rid of him, Bei Mo wouldn’t let it pass.

He raised his hand to glance at the watch on his wrist; it was one minute to nine. Calculating the time was about right, Mr. Qin turned towards the warehouse exit and pinched his earlobe.

This was a signal to the people outside.

As he entered earlier, Mr. Qin noticed the surroundings and found that some corners were equipped with signal jammers, meaning Bei Mo’s people had been there and tampered with things before he arrived.

Their purpose for installing signal jammers was to interfere with his phone signal, preventing him from saving himself in a crisis. Luckily, he had considered this issue beforehand and made other plans, communicating with outside personnel through hand signals.

Mr. Qin casually found a place to sit, took a cigarette pack out of his pocket, lit one, and smoked while observing the surroundings.

Seeing an old cardboard box, he subtly lifted the corners of his lips, curving them into a faint, ambiguous smile.

The lighting in the warehouse was dim, occasionally flickering. Since this area had mostly abandoned warehouses, there was usually no maintenance, leaving electrical issues unresolved.

At that moment, the lights flickered and went out, plunging the warehouse into complete darkness, as though you couldn’t even see your hand.

The cigarette that Mr. Qin had lit still had a faint ember, but the faint glow couldn’t illuminate the dark space at all.

Mr. Qin slowly stood up, cautiously placed the cigarette butt on the cardboard box, and quickly retreated to the side.

At that moment, a small red dot appeared where the cigarette butt was, followed by a loud bang, likely the sound of a bullet piercing through the cardboard box.

But the opponent’s gun seemed to have a silencer, as no sound was heard apart from the minor noise where it hit the target.

Mr. Qin observed everything around him carefully, using his sharp senses to determine that the shooter was standing less than twenty meters from the warehouse.

After about half a minute, the infrared light beamed in again, this time still targeting the cigarette butt area, followed by two consecutive gunshots.

To give the illusion of hitting the target, Mr. Qin deliberately knocked over a hard object nearby, making a loud bang.

The opponent fired a few more shots, all aimed near the cigarette butt, firing continuously to ensure nothing was missed.

But unknown to them, like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, ten assassins were ambushed near the warehouse, closely monitoring their every move.

After locking onto the target’s position, one of the assassins aimed and pulled the trigger, taking a precise headshot.

"How is it? Besides the one who just got taken out, are there any other killers around?" Shi Tianjue whispered to the assassin beside him, hidden in the shadows.