"Took longer than I thought. These two must've been trained."
"Check her first. If she's dead, that'll be a mess to clean up. The higher-ups still want her for questioning."
Their footsteps. Slow and measured.
The guards didn't rush in. They were careful—experienced. But not enough.
The moment one of them knelt beside Qingran, reaching for her pulse, she moved.
Her eyes snapped open, hand shooting up to grab his wrist.
Before he could shout, her elbow slammed into his throat. He crumpled soundlessly.
Feng Yizhou surged forward at the same time, catching the second man before he could reach for his weapon.
A swift strike to the temple and the man dropped like a stone.
Two bodies had been brought down as quietly as possible.
They dragged them inside quickly and resealed the door.
Qingran crouched by one of the guards and began unbuckling his tactical belt, pulling free the ID badge and scanning the weapon holster.
