The Art of Finishing Meng Liang (VIII)

Recalling their torture to their past captives, the guards could think of nothing save the ghosts that had lived in their hearts all these years.

They panicked. In an instant, an acute pain fell on the back of their necks. The force seemed to run through their bodies and up to their eyes to block their sight. Before they could make any sound, their heavy eyelids closed. They could not tell exactly what had happened. Their bodies fell the moment they lost consciousness.

Bang! Bang! The unconscious men hit the ground.

Jiang Pengji was hanging on the roof upside down with her feet clinging to the edge. Then, her waist made some efforts to bring her entire body up, her hands tightly grasping the cornice. Her feet were free again. After a quiet jump, she was in front of the storage room.

She kicked the fainted guards aside and broke the door altogether.