On the city walls, the spies took off their hand crossbows from their waists and hid behind the battlements, staring intently at the darkness below.
Jin Zhu paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, no longer maintaining his usual composure.
From time to time, he would lean over the parapet to check on Chen Ji below to make sure he was safe before he briefly eased his worries.
It was as if, at a Pai Gow table, a gambler who had received a good hand continually checked his own cards, worried both of misreading them and the opponents cheating or flipping the table.
It was as though Chen Ji was gambling not with his own life, but with Jin Zhu's.
Luckily,
perhaps due to the appearance of the Heavenly Horse, the Liu Family members hidden among the refugees didn't assassinate Chen Ji; they lay quiet and dormant like poisonous insects, waiting for the time between 5 to 7 AM.
