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"In front of the window, there's a big straw meditation cushion, nine and a half steps from the door."
"Looking at the bed and soft couch, there aren't too many sitting or lying marks, but the meditation cushion has crease marks."
"I bet that pretty boy spends most of his time meditating on that cushion," Prefect Zhang said in a low voice as he chewed roasted partridge.
"When we burst through the door, I'll head straight for the meditation cushion."
"I'll break through his Body Protection Aura in no time, grab his throat, and snap his neck."
"He won't make a sound."
Prefect Zhang carefully planned with a caution that didn't match his rugged appearance.
"No!" Prefect Zhang shook his head and narrowed his eyes.
"Better to use a Soul-Searching Talisman first to make sure he's actually by the meditation cushion near the floor-to-ceiling windows."
"And don't be stingy with your mana, use your Natural Secret Art right away, just to be safe."
