Darkness, silence, nothingness.
There were no footsteps, no breathing—only the door's rusty creak as it swung open under its own momentum, lingering in the air.
It was so quiet that it seemed no one was in the bedroom at all.
So quiet that Le Yu wanted to fart just to liven up the atmosphere.
The instant the door opened, Le Yu and Bai Yu entered combat mode and held their breath. Even by the faint moonlight spilling through the open door, they could not see anyone. That meant the intruder had already slipped into the bedroom the moment the door opened.
They did not turn on the lights. Instead, they moved their bodies with extreme care, edging toward the perimeter of the room. Turning on the lights would certainly reveal the intruder, but since the intruder had smashed every lamp upon arrival, that meant they possessed the ability to assassinate in darkness.
The White-Haired Assassin. That was the thought that instinctively surfaced in Le Yu and Bai Yu's minds.
No one understood lighting better than the White-Haired Assassin. As rulers of the darkness, they naturally understood the threat posed by light. Almost every White-Haired Assassin would make the lights their first target.
If the opponent really was a White-Haired Assassin, then the instant Le Yu turned on the lights, the ranged weapons they had prepared—guns, throwing knives, Thunder Seeds—would instantly strike the light source, extinguishing all hope of the assassination target.
In Yin Yinyin's memories, what he loved most was watching an assassination target hurriedly ignite a light in the darkness. This not only let him instantly pinpoint the target's location, but also meant that at least one of the target's hands could not defend itself.
Any White-Haired Assassin capable of taking contracts could easily throw two ranged weapons at