Qiao Mai took a deep breath and carefully pulled open the window. With the moonlight, she saw five shadows. Taking in their height and figure, she could not recall anyone familiar from her memory.
She quietly took the silent pistol from her chest pocket, placed it on the window sill, and aimed it at a person's head.
With a dull thud, one of the black shadows fell to the ground.
Before the other figures could react, five muffled gunshots rang out in succession, and one after another fell to the ground.
After waiting for a moment, there was no sound around.
Qiao Mai quietly opened the door and put the five of them into her space with a thought. Then, she quickly cleaned up the blood at the door.
After returning to her room, she quickly locked the door and entered the space.
There were five men in black on the ground. Qiao Mai lifted their masks. She didn't recognize three of them but recognized the other two.
