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Chapter 191 - 172 It’s Time to Show the Real Skills

Chapter 191: Chapter 172 It’s Time to Show the Real SkillsWu Li’s body clung to the drainpipe as he looked down at the patrol personnel below, ready to leap down and take them out if they noticed him.

Fortunately, they hadn’t considered someone might be above them and slowly disappeared around the corner.

Wu Li breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to look to the right where there was a row of windows at almost the same height.

He exerted force with his hands and pushed off the wall with his feet, his body swinging sharply across a distance of more than a meter, his hands reaching for the protruding window ledge.

In the dark, Wu Li could only see an outline, not knowing exactly how much the window ledge jutted out, but even if he didn’t grasp it securely, he still had time to climb back up, so he decisively decided to take the risk.

Snap!

Wu Li’s body shook in the air, but he had secured his grip!

If he hadn’t advanced his Eagle Claw Fist to Master Level, he wouldn’t have had the finger strength to do all this today.

Wu Li felt secretly fortunate, then did a pull-up to peek inside the window.

It was pitch black, nothing visible inside.

The window slid horizontally, and Wu Li, holding onto the ledge with his right hand, reached out with his left hand to push, but it didn’t budge; he had to continue moving to the right bit by bit.

The windows were not far apart, and Wu Li could just reach the ledge of the next window.

He reached the window below the next one and continued to try to slide it open, still with no success.

Finally, at the eighth window on the far right, Wu Li managed to slide it open—it was unlocked.

He gently pushed open a slit and peered inside, still seeing only darkness, no light.

Wu Li gradually pushed the window open more and could finally make out the interior somewhat. It looked like a storage room, and he could see the outlines of shelves.

Laying by the window and listening for a while, his senses sharpened by his understanding of Fist Intent, Wu Li could discern the sounds within the room, even if it were raining heavily.

It seemed there was no one inside. Wu Li stretched out his arm and agilely flipped through the window, landing softly on his feet.

Wu Li took out his mobile phone, which was encapsulated in a transparent waterproof bag to protect it from rain.

Using the dim light from the phone’s screen, Wu Li scanned the room, confirming it was indeed a storage room with training equipment on the shelves and punching bags by the wall.

Wu Li walked to the door, pressing his ear against it to listen for any noise outside.

It was very quiet outside.

So, Wu Li gently twisted the doorknob and cracked the door open for a look.

Outside was also enveloped in darkness, with a dim light vaguely visible on the left.

Wu Li carefully opened the door and peeked out his head.

He was now on the second floor corridor of the factory building, at a room at the end of the corridor on the left, with a stairwell in the middle of the corridor lit by a lamp, shedding light.

The entire second-floor corridor, except for the stairwell, was dark, and so was the factory floor below.

Just as Wu Li was about to step out to check the other rooms, he suddenly heard a sound.

Someone was humming a tune, walking out from the first-floor stairwell entrance, stretching as they walked.

With the light from the stairwell, Wu Li could see the other person clearly. They were holding a gas mask.

He secured the gas mask under one arm, then dug out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one for himself, and started blowing smoke rings.

Wu Li watched him for a while, and seeing no one else coming out, he slipped out of the room, quietly shutting the door, and quickly moved to the stairwell in the middle of the corridor.

He hurried downstairs to the corner on the first floor and peeked out; the man was facing away, smoking.

Wu Li stood up, noticing an additional set of stairs below the first floor. The man must have come up from those stairs.

What was underground? With the man holding a gas mask, it might just be Hu Shan’s drug production site!

After thinking for a few seconds, Wu Li made up his mind.

He crouched low and tiptoed, stealthily approaching the man like a leopard hunting its prey.

One step, two steps...

When he was about seven steps away from the man, Wu Li’s body suddenly pounced.

Tiger Pounce!

The man seemed to sense something, but it was too late to react; Wu Li struck him cleanly on the back of the neck with his palm.

Snap! The man’s body went limp and fell backward, knocked unconscious.

Stimulation of the carotid sinus can cause arterial contraction, drastically reducing blood supply to the brain and causing unconsciousness.

However, if this technique is executed incorrectly or with wrong force, it could result in neck injuries or even death.

Of course, with Wu Li’s skill level, there was no risk of error, and he could ensure that the man would remain unconscious for at least ten minutes.

Wu Li quickly grabbed the man’s body, took the gas mask from his hand, and with the man, quickly returned to the room they had left earlier.

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