In a dark, narrow alley, a man stealthily approached two oblivious women, while behind the man, someone named Xi crept up. Night had cast its veil, a chilly breeze was blowing softly, and the air was thick with tension.
When preparing to strike, one must move their footsteps with extreme care, making as little sound as possible, with eyes locked firmly on the prey, a calm mind, and a resolute heart. Meanwhile, the one who had been targeted was completely immersed in her own world, utterly unaware of the impending danger.
As Xi gradually closed in on the target, he slowed his pace, adjusted his breathing, and entered his prime attacking state. He slowly raised his hand, gripped the iron rod tightly in his grip, and prepared to deal his opponent a fatal blow.
Chapter 78