That night, well past midnight, three people quietly sneaked into Jianye City, slowly approaching their predetermined ambush position, a commercial district less than a hundred paces from the Six-Ear Palace. The buildings here were comparatively tall and provided an excellent vantage point.
Lying on the roof, Hou Niao thought over everything that had happened once more. What seemed like a straightforward assassination was shrouded in mystery and confusion.
If he had no brain and was simply a killer, then the plan's progress could be considered very smooth.
Accurate information, a confirmed time, a certain route—he would merely have to strike once space presented itself, leaving success or failure to fate.
But what if he had brains? Then wouldn't he be puzzled by the intelligence he'd received?
