The leader watched as two men in black blew incapacitating smoke into the room, which put him more at ease. After waiting for fifteen minutes, he quietly pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"Leader, over there!"
A figure could be faintly seen on the bed inside the room. It had to be their target, Yang Chan.
They had thoroughly investigated Yang Chan's room before coming tonight. The only thing that caught them by surprise were all the traps along the path.
'Who could have guessed the Cyan Yuan Sect would be so devious, laying out so many traps? It was no small feat just to make it this far.'
If they had brought fewer men tonight, they might have all been taken out on the way without even laying eyes on Yang Chan. That would have been a true humiliation.
"Go. We'll hack him to pieces, take his head back, and use it as an offering for the fallen souls of the Three Major Sects."
A cruel smile spread across the leader's face. He would ensure Yang Chan died in his sleep.
