The warden's home was just an ordinary apartment. To the Conquerors, it was as defenseless as a sheet of frail paper, easy to infiltrate without encountering any resistance.
"Grab the hostages!" Tang Zheng stood in the living room, surveying his surroundings, and casually picked up the family photo on the tea table. "Don't forget, there might be a daughter."
Qin Yan led the assault team upstairs and, in less than a minute, had brought down two women without making a sound.
The woman in front was in her forties, well-maintained, dressed in silk underwear, her coarse and somewhat short thighs and bare feet visible, her face filled with panic. Ruan Feifei was behind her, grabbing the seventeen-year-old daughter, who was dressed not in pajamas but in underwear. Although her mouth was gagged with cloth, she was still struggling violently.
"Quiet down!" The female anchor raised her hand and slapped the girl's cheek.
