The reason Fang Cheng didn't choose the more direct method of kicking down the door and barging in.
Was simply because he didn't want to disturb the neighbors before confirming the target.
The interior was pitch black, with thick curtains blocking all the streetlight from outside, creating a sense of isolation from the world.
But this had no effect on Fang Cheng, as everything in the darkness was clearly visible, with distinct outlines in his vision.
This was a standard three-bedroom apartment, with very simple furnishings, but unexpectedly clean and tidy, almost to the point of being overly meticulous.
Fang Cheng's eyes swept like a hawk over every inch of space, his powerful perception searching for any enemies possibly lurking in the shadows.
At the same time, his muscles coiled like a snake, tensed to the extreme, ready to strike deadly at any moment.
