This appeared to be a formidable warship, equipped with precision, showing no signs of fault in any aspect. Jiang Ruan leaned against a shelter, watching the light and shadow on the ground behind her, counting silently for a few seconds.
As soon as the beam of light moved away, she quickly rolled out, heading in another direction. Her mood seemed to be particularly good, a roguish curve played at the corners of her lips. While walking, she pulled a piece of candy from her pocket and habitually threw it into her mouth.
There was a rustle coming from ahead, seemingly from the patrolling officers.
Jiang Ruan abruptly turned around, pushed the door and entered the room nearby.
After entering, she found it to be a storeroom, cluttered with an assortment of peculiar tools. She swiftly swept her eyes around the room, her ears catching the sounds from outside. It was obvious that the patrol officers were coming this way.
