Outside the Jingmao Warehouse, deep in the thick of night.
The operatives from the Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall held their breath, waiting in silence.
But as time dragged on, a sense of unease began to spread through the group.
Shanghai Mountain and his two companions looked toward the warehouse. They could faintly see the glow of fire from within, accompanied by a cacophony of voices.
"Did something go wrong? Why is there so much commotion inside? Could the Hall Master have failed to infiltrate and been discovered?"
Si Xinyong whispered.
"Should we launch a frontal assault? There's chaos inside the warehouse right now. It's a good opportunity."
Jiang Yiren added, his voice laced with worry.
"Let's wait a little longer. If there's an order, the Hall Master will definitely blow the short whistle."
Shanghai Mountain said in a low voice.
