Lu Wuqi's dagger sliced through his arm, severing the tendons and causing him to drop his weapon with a howl of pain. Before he could recover, she delivered a sharp kick to his stomach, sending him sprawling against the wall.
The second alpha, a short, stocky man with a thick beard and a look of grim determination, tried to raise his steel pipe, but Lu Wuqi was even faster. Her dagger flashed out in a backhanded strike, piercing his chest. He crumpled to the floor, his life extinguished in an instant.
The rooftop was now clear, the two guards lying dead at the foot of the door. Lu Wuqi stepped out onto the rooftop, her eyes scanning the surroundings. The rooftop was a large, flat expanse, surrounded by a low parapet. The entire city, filled with a sense of decadence and destruction, twinkled in the distance, casting a faint glow over the rooftop.
"We're clear," she said to Yun Qingyue. "Let's move."
