Fang Hong took a light breath, telling himself that it was impossible not to feel nervous. Although such infiltration seemed like routine to him, the kind of chaos that would ensue if he got caught this time was clearly different from before.
He calmed himself down, recalling the words Bishop Faris had spoken to him earlier, words that seemed to have a soothing effect. After all, understanding clearly what he was doing and the purpose behind it left Fang Hong with little hesitation.
He adjusted his headscarf and proceeded along the pre-planned route.
First, he hid behind a palm tree to wait for the guards to pass. About ten seconds later, he heard their footsteps move past him. The guards patrolled approximately every two minutes, a routine he was well aware of; it was much better than some alleyways where guards passed every minute.
