Feng Qingqing quickly darted over to a spot near the main gate. She peered left and right along the road, noting that there were no other pedestrians in sight. She then stood silently, waiting for the person to emerge from the house. At the same time, she retrieved a silver needle from her spatial dimension and gripped it tightly in her palm.
It would have been impossible for Feng Qingqing not to feel nervous at that moment. She worried that someone might suddenly appear on the road in front of the house, and she was equally concerned that she might fail to neutralize the man in a single blow. After all, there were two other thugs inside; if she couldn't subdue him immediately upon contact, the aftermath would be troublesome and, more importantly, a massive waste of time. She had to keep in mind that her two precious children were currently in the hands of another group. For her, not a single moment could be wasted; she had no desire to squander time on such trifles.
Holding her breath, she kept her eyes fixed on the gate. After about three or four breaths, the door was opened from the inside. Feng Qingqing stopped breathing altogether. She stared unblinkingly at the doorway, watching the man step out, turn, and pull the door shut behind him.
Chapter 527