Sure enough, a van slowly drove into the abandoned factory. The doors opened, and seven or eight masked men poured out, led by Zhao Ming himself. Holding a stun gun and glaring with a sinister look, he said, "Mu Feng, you have nowhere left to run. Hand over that painting, and I guarantee you'll all walk out unscathed."
"Zhao Ming, do you really think we'd surrender that easily?" Mu Feng let out a cold laugh, his Xuantong pupils reflecting the tracker hidden under the van's chassis. "Your every move has been under police surveillance for a long time."
Zhao Ming's expression shifted drastically. Just then, police sirens wailed from all directions. A large force of police officers rushed out from their hiding spots, tightly surrounding Zhao Ming and his gang.
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