It's daytime, but due to the structure of the building, the inside of the factory is very dark.
Ghost Hand led eight mercenaries through the factory, armed with rifles, fully equipped, cautiously observing the surroundings.
The communicator in Ghost Hand's ear rang with a teammate's voice: "Boss, there's no one here, and the noise inside has disappeared for a long time. Could he have run out through another exit?"
Ghost Hand said in a deep voice, "It shouldn't be that quick. Stay focused, don't let your guard down."
The nine mercenaries continued to advance, searching for Su Mo's traces.
Without warning, a sigh came from the darkness above them: "Ah."
Ghost Hand and his companions were startled, raising their guns to aim one after another.
Su Mo was sitting on a steel beam, looking down at them.
