"Target 'Black Wing Auction', coordinates have been sent, infiltrate at midnight tonight."
"Brother Feng, the thermal imaging shows that there are seven heat source points on the west wing of the third floor, distributed in a diamond shape, which is the standard defensive formation of Black Wing."
"I have cracked the frequency of their electromagnetic pulse gun. There will be a ten-second signal blank period within three minutes. Is it enough for you to sneak in?"
The corner of Feng Jin's mouth curled up in an almost imperceptible arc, and his fingertips brushed against the ice bucket on the tray, and the coolness of the melting ice spread along his fingers.
"Give me a good time." He responded in a low voice, his steps seemingly casually turning to the spiral staircase leading to the second floor. The sound of leather heels hitting marble was precisely caught in the gap between the patrolling guard's turn.
Just as he stepped onto the third step, a fragrant wind brushed past his shoulders.
