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The sniper carefully slipped into the corridor and, as expected, saw two black-clad bodyguards clutching their guns, scanning the area. He retreated back to the safety stairwell and turned to dash towards the direction of the elevator in Block A.
A moment later, he had reached the vicinity of the elevator. As the doors parted, he turned and aimed his gun at the figure emerging from it.
In his sight was a young girl, sporting a gentle and naive babyface, an image of innocence, who was none other than Qian Xueying.
The sniper squinted his eyes; he couldn't connect this young girl with the person who had hired him as a killer, no matter how hard he tried.
"6490 is the last four digits of your account," Qian Xueying said, clutching her phone as she stepped out, glancing around. "Let's go through the other side; there's an emergency path there."
