The other end of the passageway led to the parking lot, but he didn't see the guard room. With five minutes left until the shift change, Xiao Lin abandoned the idea of entering from the front and turned towards the rear garden.
Through the shadows of the trees, he sprang onto the wall. His hands clung to the stone wall, waiting for the person above to pass before he pushed off with his legs and landed on the rooftop. This was the only place he could cross the courtyard to reach the parking lot, and the basement door was right there.
Two tall men stood nearby, smoking and speaking in Arabic. Due to the distance, Xiao Lin couldn't hear clearly. At that moment, chaotic footsteps sounded nearby, and he stepped back, hiding under the spire. It was precisely 9 PM; a few people chatted for a while, and then the new footsteps receded.
