Throughout the night, there were no less than five pairs of eyes watching Zhao Chongwu's house, but not long after dusk fell, the lights in Zhao Chongwu's home went out.
When dawn arrived the next day, they saw Zhao Chongwu come out of his house looking refreshed, buy some congee and steamed buns nearby for breakfast, and then, not hurried at all, head straight to the Government Office for his shift.
"This guy's life is so monotonous!" Zhang Liao had kept watch all night, expecting to see something unusual, but to his surprise Zhao Chongwu was exactly as Flying Dragon's men had recorded: on shift, off shift, eating, sleeping—boringly predictable.
"Tell the team not to tail him too closely, just hang back once he gets near the Government Office, don't alert him unnecessarily."
"Understood."
