The night gradually deepened.
A crescent moon hung high in the night sky, bringing a hint of light to the darkness.
At the corner of the street, two shadowy figures leaned idly against the wall.
The faint glow of the cigarette butts flickered on and off.
"Brother Xu, we've been watching for nearly a day. When are we going to make our move?" A young man threw his cigarette butt on the ground, ground it under his foot, and asked impatiently in a low voice.
"Wait a bit longer!" The one called Brother Xu glanced at his watch and whispered, "We'll wait until they're sound asleep; otherwise, the noise might catch the attention of the patrol officers. This operation must be foolproof."
"Do we really have to kill them all?" The young man seemed a bit reluctant.
"What, can't you do it? Or is your faith in the Lord wavering?" Brother Xu turned his head, his face grim.
"No, no… no, my faith in the great God of Hunting is unwavering," the young man said hurriedly, frightened.
