Rumble, rumble. After a flash of white lightning, rolling thunder tore through the sky.
Patter, patter. Raindrops as large as beans struck the ground and smashed into puddles, splashing crystalline droplets that scattered like mist.
The entire world was drawn beneath a curtain of rain, making it impossible to distinguish east from west, or heaven from earth.
A fierce wind swept through as slanting rain poured down. Every household had its doors and windows tightly shut, making the whole county city seem all the more cold, desolate, and adrift.
In many corners of the county city, dark deeds were taking place—violence, slaughter, rape—all hidden beneath this icy downpour.
Crack! Another bolt of lightning split the dark vault of heaven, briefly illuminating the land. A group of people could be seen clad in rain capes, wearing broad bamboo hats, weapons on their backs, stomping up sprays of water as they raced menacingly toward the Chen Family Estate.
Upon reaching the Chen Family gates, the ten people stopped at once. Like reefs in the sea, they stood silent and still, clearly well trained.
The leader made a gesture and assigned their tasks, sending two subordinates to hide behind the stone lions before the Chen Family gates, in case outsiders barged in or those inside tried to escape.
The rest, along with the leader himself, employed exquisite lightness skills. Like nimble birds, they vaulted over the towering courtyard wall and landed within the Chen Family Estate.
On such a night of darkness, torrential rain, and flashing thunder, they truly resembled ghosts and phantoms.
A grand residence with high walls might have looked grim and difficult to enter, but to martial artists like them, it was no different from their own backyard. They could enter whenever they pleased; it posed no challenge at all.