With a "clang," the lock broke in two and fell to the ground.
Lu Yancheng tossed away the cold blade and took the woman's hand, "Let's go."
They quietly moved to the neighboring villa, yet the people inside remained unaware.
Bo Kecheng leaned lazily against the back of the chair, a cigarette butt pinched between his fingers, smoke curling around him after a deep drag.
Suddenly thinking of something, he glanced over at the opposite side.
"It should be almost time," he muttered.
Manager Wang rubbed his hands together and said sheepishly, "It should be good enough."
The most troublesome part of a surveillance blackout was not being able to confirm the status of the people inside the house.
Bo Kecheng hooked his lips in a casual smile, stood up languidly, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure at the top of the stairs.
It was...!
Even though the face had changed, that stature and demeanor were very much like that person.
