Without saying anything, Siya pulled Ding Qianlie away while everyone's attention was on Ding Ning.
Ding Qianlie was confused. When she was about to break free from Siya's hand, Ding Ning's hurried voice came to her mind. "Sister, don't ask or say anything. Go with Siya."
She trusted Ding Ning unconditionally. Hearing that, she immediately gave up struggling and obediently followed Siya to the bathroom.
But out of concern and worry, she still looked back at Ding Ning deeply and saw a group of security guards waving rubber rods and beating Ding Ning, who covered his head with his hands.
Even though she knew that those rubber rods could not cause any harm to Ding Ning, when she saw Ding Ning being beaten, her eyes turned red instantly, and she struggled hard to turn around and rush back.
Suddenly, Siya's apologetic voice came to her ears. "I'm sorry, First Young Mistress."
Before Ding Qianlie realized what was going on, she felt a pain in the back of her neck and lost consciousness.
Siya stuck out her tongue and walked to a hidden place with the unconscious Ding Qianlie in her arms. Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, she dragged Ding Qianlie to hide behind a group of sofas, quietly took out the transmission base, installed it under the sofa, activated the transmission formation, and instantly disappeared.
"Hey!"
In the crowd, a man in a suit, wearing flat glasses, and with a mole at the corner of his eye made an imperceptible sound of surprise and turned his head to look at the place where Siya and Ding Qianlie had disappeared.
But there was no one there at the moment, and the transmission base was hidden behind the sofa, so he naturally did not find anything.
This made him frown, and a touch of doubt flashed in his eyes. "Just now, I clearly sensed a special energy fluctuation in that direction, but why didn't I find anything? Did I sense it wrong? "
But it was always better to be safe than sorry, which was always his motto. Just in case, he touched his ears covered by his hair and whispered in an imperceptible voice, "At my seven o 'clock, near the brown sofa, there was an abnormal energy fluctuation just now. Check it."
"Got it."
A steady and powerful voice came from the headset.
In the underground parking lot of a shopping mall two streets away from the Purple Star Pavilion Club, a man and a woman were sitting in a Toyota commercial car.
The woman sitting in the driver's seat was wearing a tight-fitting black leather jacket that accentuated her perfect and graceful figure.
Her cloud-like hair flowed gracefully over her shoulders, and under her bangs was a standard oval face with the characteristics of a classical oriental woman.
She had a small face the size of a palm, a jade-like nose, and a pair of large eyes that were as dark as ink almost took up a third of her entire face. She looked like a character that had walked out of a cartoon.
However, the cartoon girl, who was supposed to be extremely cute and beautiful, was like an unmelting iceberg at the moment. There was no expression on her beautiful face. She exuded a coldness that kept people a thousand miles away. She was concentrating on carefully wiping the katana in her hand.
It was as if, in her eyes, there was nothing else in the world that could attract her attention other than this blade.
It was a demonic blade that caused people to tremble with fear. It emitted a terrifying baleful aura that caused one's heart to palpitate. With just a glance, one's mind would be involuntarily attracted by it and sink into an endless slaughter.
The man was a Chinese youth with long hair. He seemed to be extremely fearful of that katana. He sat far away on the carpeted floor of the back of the car. His fingers danced as he nimbly typed on the keyboard placed on his knees.
What was shocking was that the interior of this seemingly ordinary commercial car was extremely sci-fi. The entire interior structure of the car was actually made of a special alloy, giving it a metallic feel.
The entire left side of the car was emitting a dreamy blue light. It turned out to be a huge display screen that clearly displayed the scene inside the Purple Star Pavilion Club.
As the command was issued from the keyboard, the image on the screen moved rapidly.
It quickly locked onto the set of brown sofas that the man with the mole had mentioned.
The long-haired youth stared at the image with a sharp gaze. His fingers kept typing on the keyboard. The image kept zooming in, looking for any possible source of the supernatural energy fluctuation.
Seeing that there was nothing unusual, the long-haired youth chewed on his gum and shrugged. He complained indifferently, "Where did the supernatural energy fluctuation come from? King is just too cautious."
"King never does anything he's not confident in. It's better to be more careful."
The Ice Mountain Lady said coldly from the driver's seat.
The long-haired youth pursed his lips as if he was not convinced. However, he seemed to be extremely fearful of the woman and did not dare to refute. He continued to type on the keyboard out of boredom. The brown sofa kept blurring under his command, gradually becoming three-dimensional.
"Huh?"
The long-haired youth's indifferent expression suddenly turned serious as he stared at the expanding three-dimensional image.
"What's wrong? Did you find anything? "
Although the Ice Mountain Lady had always been cold and taciturn, she would not be indifferent when it came to the success or failure of this mission. She asked casually.
"There's indeed a weak supernatural energy disturbance. However, I can't confirm what it is without seeing the actual object."
The long-haired youth frowned as he looked at the three-dimensional image that had been turned into a faint dot of light by a mass of energy disturbance. He spoke with uncertainty.
The Ice Mountain Lady glanced at the small dot of light on the image. Her expressionless face did not change at all as if it had nothing to do with her. She lowered her head and continued wiping the katana in her hand.
The long-haired youth seemed to be used to the Ice Mountain Lady's coldness. He had no intention of communicating with her and directly reported to King through his earpiece.
After King received the report, he only hesitated for a moment before saying, "Got it. Don't worry about it." He did not say anything else.
The long-haired youth stared at the light on the image with a fiery gaze. He was the world's top hacker, Electric Light. At the same time, he was also a crazy fan of mysterious energy. He had an extraordinary interest in all supernatural energies that could not be explained by science.
Although he could not confirm what the light was, he was certain that it was not some kind of communication interference device. It was a new type of supernatural energy that he had never come into contact with before.
This was because the energy detector he developed could ignore most known energy disturbances. Only an unknown mysterious energy could cause the energy detector to be unable to detect something like this.
If he couldn't figure out what that superpower was, he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. Thinking of this, he rolled his eyes. He couldn't care less about the mission. He suddenly held his stomach and said with a face full of pain, "Sakura, my stomach suddenly hurts. I need to go to the toilet. Can you help me?"
"My mission is to provide support, not to take someone's place."
Sakura said coldly without lifting her head.
The long-haired youth was embarrassed. He also knew that Sakura was such an unreasonable and cold woman. When he first met Sakura, he did not understand her character and even flirted with her.
In the end, he was almost killed by her. If not for King pleading for him, the grass on his grave would have been half a foot high.
Later, after getting along with her, he knew that she was actually a person with a cold face but a warm heart. Otherwise, she would not have taken the initiative to take on the most dangerous cover and retreat missions. However, she was still cold when she interacted with others. She looked like she was a thousand miles away.
"I'll be done soon. Just a moment. Just a moment. Please!"
The long-haired youth, who had already understood her character, was already used to her attitude. He took off his earpiece and said with a cheeky smile. He opened the door and jumped out, quickly disappearing into the darkness.
Sakura put away her knife expressionlessly.
Although she said it ruthlessly, she still responsibly picked up the earpiece dropped by Electric and put it on. She stared at the holographic projection.
On the screen, Ding Ning was still being beaten by those security guards. He held his head and kept screaming and rolling on the ground. There were many onlookers, but they dared not speak out. No one dared to stand up and say a word of justice. Who asked him to break Xue Nakui's finger first?
Xue Nakui's face was filled with the pleasure of revenge. He sneered and shouted hoarsely, "Beat him. Beat him hard. As long as you don't kill him, I'll take responsibility for anything that happens."
Sakura looked at Xue Nakui's familiar arrogant face. Her pupils suddenly shrank and her fists subconsciously clenched. She seemed to recall some unpleasant past. For the first time, her cold face showed undisguised killing intent. She stared at Xue Nakui as if she was looking at a dead man.
"King, I hate that old man. I want to kill him."
Sakura had always been a person who did as she pleased. She would do whatever she wanted, but now that they were on a mission, she had to ask for instructions from King. After all, he was the chief commander of the operation.
King frowned and said in a low voice, displeased, "Our target this time is not him. Don't complicate the issue."
"Complicate the issue? King, we are the Freedom Alliance. Back then, I joined the organization because of the Alliance's purpose. I will take this man's life. "
Sakura said in an unquestionable tone, giving King a headache. He comforted her helplessly, "When the mission is completed, you can do whatever you want. I can even help you kill him. But for now, please don't cause trouble, okay?"
After a moment of silence, Sakura's indifferent voice came through the earpiece. "Alright then, I will cooperate with you to complete this mission. But this is really my last mission. I'm tired and I want to have a good rest."
King narrowed his eyes. A hint of displeasure flashed through his eyes, but his tone was extremely gentle. "Of course, the Freedom Alliance gathers people based on their hobbies. Whether you join or leave, it's all based on the principle of voluntary freedom."
"Thank you!"
Sakura's tone softened. She remained silent after thanking him.
The Freedom Alliance was an extremely loose, special organization that was somewhere between a killer and a mercenary.
Although King was the founder of the organization, he did not have any affiliation with the members. It was all based on his personal charisma or the high reward he offered to gather the members who yearned for freedom and excitement.
In reality, every member of the Freedom Alliance had another identity in reality. They could be the heir of a large conglomerate, an elite in a certain industry, an unknown commoner, a famous author, or a famous celebrity …
However, their identities were highly confidential. Even the members did not know each other's real identity. They usually wore masks when they carried out missions together and called each other by their codenames.
Apart from King, who had the real information of all the members, no one knew where their companions came from or what their identities were in the real world.
They also did not investigate the identities of their companions. Joining the Freedom Alliance and carrying out missions everywhere was more for the thrill of it than as a formal profession.
To put it bluntly, to them, the Freedom Alliance was equivalent to a game, a very exciting real game.
In the game, they could remove their disguises and carry out missions to kill without restraint. They could do exciting things that they could only dream about but did not dare to try due to their identities.
Sakura was a rather special existence in the Freedom Alliance. She never wore a mask and always showed her real face to others.
Of course, her identity in the real world was also extremely secretive. Even if someone wanted to investigate, it would be difficult.
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