Those with experience in stealth all know that stealth can sometimes be more exhausting than killing.
The circuitous route was longer and more taxing than anticipated, consuming both mental and physical energy.
Every pause, every concealment, and every movement accelerated the depletion of Feng Ju's stamina.
Luckily, the three combatants were "well-behaved," not sprinting around wildly or expanding the battlefield like a demolition crew.
What felt like a century passed, and finally, utterly exhausted, Feng Ju successfully maneuvered to the backside of the commissioner's villa, as if passing through a minefield!
Safe at last!
Unless those three had X-ray vision, they wouldn't be able to spot him now.
Crouching at the base of the wall, Feng Ju slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping across several windows in a row, one of which wasn't fully closed.
Feng Ju wiped away the sticky sweat on his forehead, an uncontrollable, exhilarated grin spreading across his lips.
