1 A.M.
Ji Xinghuo opened his eyes on the bed. He had gone to bed early at 10 p.m. Although he had only slept for three hours, he was still full of energy.
He didn't turn on the light and ate a midnight snack in the dark to fill his stomach.
Then he changed into a casual training outfit, slung a bow pack on his back, and quietly left the apartment without using the elevator but taking the stairs down to the parking lot.
All the way, Ji Xinghuo avoided the cameras as much as possible.
In the past few days, through magnetic field induction, he had mastered the positions of several Swordsmen from the Sword Bureau inside and outside the building and figured out their shift changes.
These Swordsmen were not here to monitor him; they were here to protect him and wait for the extremely unlikely appearance of suspicious people.
Such tailing work was exceedingly boring.
