Xiaoqin was skilled at picking locks, and in minutes, the door was open.
The tattooed man led his three minions downstairs.
Remembering that there were pepper powder and glass beads on the left staircase, and unsure if they had been cleared, they opted for the staircase on the right to be safe.
Everything went smoothly.
Too smoothly.
So smoothly it made him anxious.
His brothers thought the children in the orphanage were sound asleep, but the tattooed man knew that Bai Youwei would not be unprepared!
Once they were downstairs, they reached the corridor of the first floor, and walking further would take them to the outdoor playground, crossing which they could reach the orphanage's only big iron gate.
The four men arrived at the gate, only to be stunned—it was locked.
A large iron lock hung on the gate, secured by loops of thick iron chains.
But no matter, Xiaoqin could pick locks. Without a word, he took out his tools and set to work.
