Half an hour later, the five members of the Owl organization were completely disguised.
They each looked at each other's appearances and were all quite surprised.
"Who knew that the Dark Empire had such talented people."
"If we don't speak, we definitely wouldn't be able to recognize each other."
"Some of you are injured, if the smell of blood isn't masked, you might still be recognized. This is a specially made perfume that I have, it can temporarily mask the smell of blood. It's up to you if you want it."
"We'll take it!" they chimed in unison.
After they all changed into Dark Empire guard uniforms, Yan Ling made the final arrangements.
"I can get you out of here, but be smart and don't get me into trouble. Follow my instructions."
"You better understand your hostage status, if you try to play us, we'll kill you instantly."
As soon as the youngest boy finished speaking, a small knife swiftly flew to Yan Ling's throat. One step forward and her throat would be cut.