In the late-night city west's courtyard house, a shadow swiftly darted over the wall, stealthily entering the yard. Not long after, he returned and opened a small door.
Hidden in the shadows, Zhou Jiao waved her hand, gestured, and immediately emerged, following him quickly inside, closing the door behind them.
"Keep your voice down, it's fine. I've dealt with everyone in the house tonight; they won't wake up until noon tomorrow," Zhang Guoqing said as he supported her, pointing out who was in each bedroom.
In less than ten minutes, the couple was surreptitiously entering one of tonight's targets, the bedroom of a newly appointed director.
Inside, the couple lying on the kang were sedated, unconscious like dead pigs.
Zhou Jiao suddenly recalled how the man had tormented innocent people on stage, and in a fit of anger, she kicked him hard twice, then used a prepared brush to draw a big X on his forehead.
