In the deep of night, the sky was covered by an immense, heavy black curtain that tightly enveloped the earth. Everything in the pitch-black night appeared silent and eerie. Yet, a single figure moved quietly through this darkness: Leitao.
Leitao wore black night-travel attire, moving like a flickering ghost, so light that his presence was almost imperceptible. His footsteps were agile and nimble as he darted through the dark, each step taken with extreme caution, fearing the slightest sound.
In this manner, Leitao silently bypassed one Japanese Army patrol after another, crossed street after street, and finally arrived at an area on the other side of Nanjing City. Standing there was a grand and solemn church estate.
Chapter 29