There were more than a dozen soldiers guarding the warehouse. Apart from the four who had to be on duty at the main gate, the rest had all squeezed into the adjacent guardhouse to either sleep or amuse themselves.
Chen Pingchuan observed the guards' lazy and careless attitude and breathed a sigh of relief. Their negligence would make his plan much simpler to execute. Leaning against a tree trunk, he whispered, "Can you take these men out silently? I mean without alerting anyone else."
As he spoke, he made a sharp throat-slitting gesture to Nightingale. Even now, Chen Pingchuan was operating on the principle that you can't be too careful, attempting to handle this covertly.
