The surroundings were pitch black and silent. Even the bodyguards patrolling the hallway moved lightly, not making a sound.
Shao Gang's room was also dark. From the window, it looked like he was already asleep. Inside, the thick blackout curtains had been pulled shut by Shao Gang, who was crouching under the desk with a small candle lit. The candle did not illuminate much, but it was enough for Shao Gang.
Beneath the candle, there was a white cloth spread out, not very big, just about the size of a hand. On the cloth, there were several dried herbs, which Shao Gang was crushing into a powder.
Soon, he finished preparing the powder. It was his unique secret formula. Previously, to help Mr. Nangong relax, he had burned incense in Mr. Nangong's room. His plan now was to sneak into Mr. Nangong's room and mix this powder into the incense so that Mr. Nangong would keep sleeping, regardless of the noise Shao Gang might make, unless the effects of the medicine wore off.
