"That's great, please do it as soon as possible," Yang Xiao instructed.
As the reinforcement from the security department arrived and took over the scene, Yang Xiao and his group left, as they still had another mission tonight.
At the last moment of leaving the restroom, Yang Xiao paused and glanced back at the body still curled up; he knew very well this was just the beginning.
More people would die tonight; hopefully, it wouldn't be him.
Exiting the Cultural Palace, the rain outside wasn't as heavy as expected, but the night brought wind, carrying raindrops that pattered against their thick raincoats.
The group extinguished their flashlights, and under Chief Zhou's leadership, they navigated along the narrow paths toward the abandoned bungalows.
The team was in a single-file line, each wearing a black raincoat reaching below the knees.
