Jiang Feng was then led by Winter Day to an apartment.
It was on the eighth floor, room 812.
He looked around, preparing to escape.
The entire corridor was lined with rooms. Next to room 812 was room 811, which was still being run as a hotel room.
He knew because he had spotted a cleaning aunt pushing the kind of cleaning cart commonly used by hotels into that room.
The apartment was a commercial building and could be operated as hotel rooms.
Being near hotel rooms meant there would be plenty of unfamiliar people coming and going, allowing her to conceal the fact that she was also a stranger.
And because it was an apartment, she could rent it long-term without arousing suspicion, making it convenient to observe her target.
Renting a room at a hotel long-term would easily draw attention. At the very least, the staff would keep a close eye on you.
Such a tiny detail fully displayed the high caliber of the other party as an assassin. No wonder she was the Female Lead.
She really was impressive.
Jiang Feng sighed inwardly before Winter Day led him into the room.
The room was not large, around fifty square meters. The bathroom, kitchen, living room, dining room, and bedroom were all connected in one long rectangular layout.
There was a partition wall between the living room and bedroom, with an arched doorway in it.
There was a cage in the living room. Winter Day directly placed Jiang Feng's puppet cat inside it.
Jiang Feng cried out inwardly that this was bad.
Because he saw bloodstains in the cage! Sure enough, he had been captured by an assassin who abused cats to vent stress.
No wonder she had said that other cats ran whenever they saw her.
So