Outside the silent soldier barracks, a chilling killing intent, carried by the breeze, swirled around Chen Pingchuan.
Killing could be a slow process, an ordeal lasting hours. Or, it could be lightning-fast, over in a single second.
Chen Pingchuan, an assassin moving in the dead of night, displayed breathtaking speed when facing the guards on watch. In just two seconds, he had snuffed out two vibrant lives.
He gently laid the two cooling bodies on the ground, then flashed like a ghost to the door of the first room in the row of barracks.
Under the pressure of his right hand, the doorknob of the dilapidated room slowly turned. Even though Chen Pingchuan was extremely cautious, a faint CLICK was still unavoidable.
For the first time, Chen Pingchuan, who had never known nervousness, felt a ripple in his heart. As the door swung halfway open, he took the opportunity to slip into Dormitory Number One.
