Raising his head to glance at the floors with scattered lights, Fang Cheng pressed the mini-communicator hanging by his ear, asking in a low voice as he quickly ascended the stairs:
"Still inside?"
"Still inside."
Monkey's voice came immediately:
"Haven't seen the target come out."
"You and Big Hammer keep an eye on the exit of the corridor, don't let anyone escape."
"Understood."
Cutting off the communication, Fang Cheng's figure flashed and immersed into the darkness of the corridor.
His steps were light and swift, landing on the concrete stairs like cotton falling to the ground, almost without a sound.
In the blink of an eye, he reached the ninth floor.
The lighting bulb in the corridor had long been broken, enveloping the surroundings in darkness, filled with a moldy smell and the scent of cooking smoke.
Only the faint light seeping from a few households loosely outlined the cluttered passage full of debris.
