He saw the approaching figure holding a shining dagger in hand, emanating a bone-chilling coldness under the nocturnal light.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaobei slowly retreated. It wasn't fear of danger that prompted him; he feared startling the snake, causing the other party to escape again.
As time kept passing, the dark shadow drew closer. Seen through the window, one could make out a rough outline: the figure was about 1.5 meters tall, lean, with a crew cut. As for the facial features, they were still somewhat indistinct.
However, it was not difficult to discern from his actions that he was very familiar with the courtyard, effortlessly avoiding the obstacles in his path.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaobei couldn't be certain the person was the victim Yang Chunmei's brother. If it had been his first time, Zhang Xiaobei really wouldn't have thought so.
