He propped himself there, and suddenly a trace of red appeared in his eyes...
What he didn't know was, at the very moment he was standing there, in the room upstairs where he had just left, a pair of slender wrists suddenly unlocked the glass window with ease. Then, a strip of cloth made from tied-together bedsheets was thrown out, and a petite figure appeared inside, moving a chair.
She had been there for two days. In that time, although she hadn't gone out and was kept in this room, with her many years of assassin experience, she could tell by relying on her ears alone, when and where people were the fewest in this place.
At this moment, the window she was about to escape from happened to be the weakest defended spot in the yard.
She carefully pushed open the glass window, and because she had already observed the ground below beforehand, she didn't look again. Instead, she quickly tied the cloth to herself and, like a nimble cat, leaped down from above.
