There are at least forty-five villas in the hillside villa complex. Xu Xiangbei searched one by one and finally saw a black Citroën parked in the courtyard of a villa with tall walls through the door slit.
Xu Xiangbei chuckled, "Finally found you."
The walls were at least three meters high, but Xu Xiangbei lightly leapt and flew onto the wall. Using both hands and feet like a gibbon, he easily climbed to the second-floor terrace.
From the second-floor terrace, Xu Xiangbei tiptoed into the house, a cold light flashing in his palm as he gripped two iron balls firmly.
Holding his breath and focusing his mind, Xu Xiangbei listened attentively to the sounds inside the house. He heard four people playing mahjong in the first-floor hall, while the second and third floors were empty, except for a tightly closed room beside the strong men from which came the sound of a television.
