Stronghold, first floor.
Avoiding all the sentry positions, Mo Shangjun appeared outside the window of Miao Lun's room.
The backyard was an empty space, with a few cars parked along the outer walls, and several sentries as well. However, the light was dim, and the sentries probably thought tonight was like any other night without any unexpected events. They were so tired their eyelids couldn't lift, neglecting their duties at their posts, completely unaware that someone was approaching.
To avoid them, as long as one was bold enough, they would generally not attract attention.
At this moment.
Mo Shangjun stood outside the window, listening to the calls from inside. A woman's intermittent cries, painful and obviously clear in the still night, yet those half-awake sentries didn't pay any heed, seeming accustomed to it.
