The streetlamps along the roadside cast a dim yellow glow, illuminating passing pedestrians and vehicles.
Mu Qi and Zhang Zhao hurried across the street. After observing the entrance to the residential complex for a while and confirming that no security guards were patrolling, they used the cover of night to scale the wall and enter through a slightly concealed spot.
As luck would have it, when he landed, Mu Qi accidentally stepped on a dead branch. The crisp crack rang out, especially jarring in the silent night.
The two who had infiltrated the complex instantly froze, their eyes warily sweeping the surroundings.
Fortunately, half a minute passed and everything remained as usual. They had not alerted anyone.
"Be more careful!" Zhang Zhao said to his companion.
"It wasn't on purpose. Who could've known there'd be a dead branch where I landed?" Mu Qi said, somewhat glumly.
The two exchanged a few words in low voices before tiptoeing toward Building 3, where their target lived.
The streetlamps inside the complex cast a dim yellow glow, stretching their shadows long across the ground.
Before long, the two reached the front of the building. Just then, someone came out of the stairwell, causing them to freeze.
A middle-aged woman carrying a garbage bag walked out of the stairwell and came face-to-face with Mu Qi and Zhang Zhao, who were preparing to sneak inside.
"Excuse me," the middle-aged woman said when she saw the two blocking her way.
Mu Qi and Zhang Zhao hurriedly moved to either side of the road. After the middle-aged woman left, they exchanged a glance and then smoothly entered the stairwell.
"Which floor does she live on again?" Zhang Zhao asked in front of the elevator.
"Sixth floor." Mu Qi pulled his phone from his pocket, checked the information,