In the night.
A shadowy figure gently pushed open the window of the ninth squad small building of the Prison Department, slid down lightly from the second floor, and landed on the edge of the first-floor eaves.
The eaves, only a palm's width, didn't make a sound under his feet.
The night was hazy, the moonlight blocked by mist, the entire Tan Yang was shrouded in a layer of fog.
The figure quickly moved to the edge of the eaves, crouched down, grabbed the edge, and swung down like a swing, landing easily.
Just as he landed, a small sound came from another small building opposite the ninth squad small building.
"Who's there!?"
The window opened, and a burly figure leaped out, wielding a broad-bladed long knife, scanning the surroundings.
In the darkness, the figure immediately stopped and raised his hands.
"It's me, Zhang Ying from the ninth squad. Lord Xu!"
