The gate didn't need to be rammed open; he and his team members were ambushed on either side of the wall just outside the gate.
The gate swung wide.
Light flickered with the movement of people inside, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.
An Zhiyuan gestured; he heard through his earpiece that everyone was in position.
In just a few minutes, there were no more standing figures in the prison cell.
The stench of blood permeating the air was nausea-inducing, but they were used to it – the five men in the room hated the torturers so much that they wished they could kill these beasts all over again as they looked at the man "Wu Gang," who was hanging on the stakes.
An Zhiyuan waved his hand; they couldn't linger any longer. Their mission was to leave safely, to complete their own task. He handed his backpack to the adjacent Ghost Shadow, "Clean up the scene; we're leaving."
