Ten minutes later, the second floor of the abandoned factory.
Mo Shangjun had managed to climb to the edge of the second floor without any trouble.
She propped herself up on the edge, her head peeking up as she surveyed the area visible on the second floor.
In her field of view was a spacious, elongated space, all the rooms having been knocked through, and within this vast space, she only spotted a bald man patrolling with a submachine gun. He wasn't wandering all over the place but instead focused on checking the area below at fixed positions. It seemed though that he didn't expect anyone to find this place, so he seemed a bit distracted.
Mo Shangjun was on the left side of the factory, while the bald man was facing the front, his back likely to more rooms, which were not visible from Mo Shangjun's perspective.
"Just one."
Mo Shangjun whispered, informing Ya Tianxing, who was gathering information on the other end of the phone, of the situation.
