The courtyard gate was locked with a latch as thick as a child's arm. The two high steel-reinforced concrete outer walls, at least three meters tall and appearing to be nearly fifty centimeters thick, were covered with vegetation like creeping ivy.
Li Ming effortlessly vaulted over the iron gate into the yard and walked to the villa's front door. Upon finding it locked, he frowned slightly. Then he took two steps back and noticed a glass window on the third floor of the villa.
After some consideration, Li Ming set down his heavy crowbar and backpack. He placed his rifle on the ground, strapped only his long sword to his side, and then sprinted forward. Pushing off against the wall with one foot, he used both hands to hoist himself up onto a concrete slab protruding from the second floor. Then, summoning all his strength, he clambered up another story to the window on the third floor.
He tugged on the window, pushing it on both sides, but it didn't budge. Apparently, it was locked.
