At midnight, the moonlight is like water.
Near the pavilion three miles outside the city, Luo Mingzi stood silently and solemnly in the darkness of a towering, abandoned watchtower.
The moonlight trickled down through the cracks in the tiles, outlining his sharply defined profile.
His cold eyes pierced the darkness, locking onto the silent area below, swallowed by the locust tree forest.
Behind him, it was deathly silent.
The elite soldiers of the Captain Bureau were hidden in the shadows, crossbows drawn and firearms loaded, suppressing their murderous intent.
And scattered among the bushes, next to mounds, and in haystacks were the experts from the Law Enforcement Hall.
They restrained their auras, some wielding magic swords, others clutching talismans between their fingers, holding their breath and focusing their energy.
The group had already waited here for two hours, but Luo Mingzi was in no rush.
