The villa's door wasn't locked. After Xiao Feng walked into the living room, he stood by the door and pulled out an inconspicuous iron nail from the wall. A fishing line was tied to the nail, connected to a painting at the entrance, positioned exactly at the height of an average person's neck.
Tying a fishing line might seem like a joke, but if fast enough, it can be as sharp as a dagger, cutting the neck isn't as difficult as imagined.
Everything was calm all the way to the third floor.
Xiao Feng took a towel from the rack in the bathroom and covered his face with it. As long as he wasn't recognized immediately, he could then observe the instinctive reactions of the little girl and others when faced with danger.
However...
Looking at the cartoon pattern on his face in the mirror, Xiao Feng felt that his look was not quite in line with the style of an "assassin". Who had seen such a cute assassin?
