Pitter-patter…
The sky gradually darkened, and heavy rain fell on a school in the west of the city. More than ten schoolchildren who couldn't go home yet were sitting obediently in the schoolhouse and doing today's homework.
On the side of the school, in the room where the headmaster rested, Nangong Shaofeng, dressed as a Confucian scholar, was standing by the window and looking in the direction of Jasper Pavilion with his hands tightly clasped behind his back.
Liu Qiansheng, the white-robed former Fist Chief, was also dressed as a teacher. He was holding a cup of tea in his hand and gently tapping the teacup with his fingers, causing slight ripples in the tea. "It will take at most fifteen minutes from the moment we take action to the moment we escape from the capital. Are you sure that the preparations in other places are foolproof?"
