"Well, look who's getting bolder by the day, barging into my territory."
Before the man could answer.
A woman's cold and scornful voice echoed from behind.
His lips, a cynical cool.
Simultaneously.
Xun Huai moved closer.
Whispering into his ear.
"We've got the signal."
*＊
"Whew——"
In the quiet corridor, stifled breaths were rising and falling irregularly.
A man clutching his chest approached, but he stumbled midway and fell to the ground.
Bloodstains smeared the white walls, he propped himself up against the wall, then struggled to stand. Due to excessive blood loss, his face was drained of color, exceptionally feeble.
Lu Yiyu's brow knitted in frustration, there was a vague haze in his eyes, though he had inspected this route before entering the building, a trick he had learned over years in the field. Direction and location were second nature to him.
