DONG... DONG...
"The air is dry, be careful with fire!"
The night was dark and gloomy. A Night Watchman, holding a Copper Gong, struck it rhythmically as he walked unhurriedly through the county streets.
DONG...
"Lock your doors and windows, beware of thieves and robbers!"
His hoarse voice wasn't loud, but the familiar sound often brought an inexplicable sense of security.
SWISH!
A black shadow darted over a wall, landing crouched on a rooftop. It watched the Night Watchman, its crimson eyes filled with brutal, murderous intent.
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
Licking the corner of its mouth, the shadow struggled to tear its gaze from the Night Watchman, its eyes landing on a beggar huddled in a corner.
'The Night Watchman is also one of the government officials. Killing him would probably displease Zhou Ye. This beggar, though, should be no problem.'
