It was a dark and windy night—the perfect time for a killing.
Although this world had no moon, all other conditions were met.
Chen Pingchuan and his two companions appeared like harbingers of death before Jiang Fulong's residence.
From the outside, the house appeared grand, yet it exuded a strange, deathly stillness. All its windows were tightly secured with iron bars.
"Boss, what now?" Liu Haofeng's gaze swept around the house. "It seems impossible to get in without making a sound." His voice was unconsciously low, but he couldn't hide his frustration. The tightly locked iron door made him furrow his brow, leaving him at a loss.
Their operation had been exceedingly smooth until now, almost beyond imagination. But here at the final rendezvous point, they were stopped by a simple iron gate. The absence of guards meant there were no keys. A silent ambush was no longer an option.
