In the pitch-black night, more than twenty shadows flickered towards the Taihe Building.
The shadow at the very front, moving with an erratic pace, was Duan Rong. He had to restrain his movements, so he appeared like he was moving with pauses and jerks, rendering him eerily ghost-like and terrifying in the darkness.
Duan Rong arrived at the entrance of the Taihe Building and gently pushed; a door to the first-floor lobby swung open quietly. Just earlier, Duan Rong had already unlatched this door.
Duan Rong stood sideways at the doorway, signaling Zhu Cheng and the others to enter.
Watching as the more than twenty shadows slipped in, under Divine Sense Investigation, a patrol squad was leisurely about to walk around the corner of the street.
"Someone's coming! Hurry up!"
Duan Rong whispered sharply, suddenly darting inside to open another door, allowing the remaining dozen shadows to rush into the building even faster.
