Song Yue nodded and separated from Rong Zhi to act independently.
He went to tell the detectives who came with him that the bomb had been dismantled and instructed them to leave first. After everything was arranged, he concealed his presence and carefully approached the cabin.
Behind the cabin.
Rong Zhi casually tossed her backpack onto a tree branch, then touched her right wrist, dismantling the bracelet. Within seconds, a dagger made of a special material and entirely black appeared in her palm.
She weighed the dagger in her hand, feeling a tiny protrusion on the handle. Pressing it, the dagger instantly unlocked into two halves, revealing a magazine filled with bullets of the same special material.
Rong Zhi secured the dagger, ensured it was functioning properly, then aimed at the window on the cabin roof and leaped up. This room seemed to be a confinement room — a tiny space where the only light came from the window she was now clinging to.
