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"You're going tonight?"
"Tonight. There are two people guarding the warehouse entrance during the day. There won't be fewer people at night, but no one will be inside the warehouse. As long as I avoid the people at the entrance, I can get in through the window, take the number, and leave."
After night had fully fallen, Lin Taichu left Zhao Family Mansion and headed north. This time, he flew on his sword to a stretch of woods not far from White Cloud City, landed, circled through the forest to the northern section of the city wall, and climbed over it into the city.
There were far fewer people on the streets than during the day. He kept close to the walls, wound through two alleys, and reached the street behind the warehouse.
Two lanterns hung outside the warehouse entrance. Two men sat on a long bench by the door, one leaning against the wall and dozing, the other with his head lowered, doing who knew what.
A shop across from the warehouse had already closed, its door bolted shut. Other than the patches lit by the lanterns, the street was pitch-black.
Lin Taichu circled through an alley to the side of the warehouse and stood beside the pile of firewood. He reached out and pushed at the window latch. It was looser than it had been the previous night. The window lifted a little, and this time he opened it wide enough to slip through sideways.
He stepped onto the woodpile and climbed through the window. When he landed, he stepped on a loose floor tile, producing a faint sound.
He froze and listened to the movements outside. The two men at the door made no sound. He breathed a sigh