Jiang Ye carried a backpack, with two daggers inserted into the side pockets.
In case of danger, drawing a knife from behind is undoubtedly the most convenient.
But with Jiang Ye's current strength, even barehanded, he could still kill someone.
Eight Thunder Sounds Fist: Minor Success (9%)
After a night of cultivation, his Eight Thunder Sounds Fist had improved significantly.
Now Jiang Ye felt his energy flow smoothly.
One punch seemed to have the power of three bulls.
This increase in strength filled Jiang Ye with confidence for the upcoming action.
5:50 AM.
Jiang Ye arrived at An City No.3 High School.
A cold and aloof girl with snow-white legs and a tall, thin young man were already standing at the entrance.
"Squad Leader, Brother Wang."
Jiang Ye was somewhat surprised; the two had arrived so early.
"Arrived?"
Zhao Qingli glanced at him and calmly said, "Let's depart, try to complete the task before noon."
"Hmm." Jiang Ye nodded.
Time is always squeezed out.
