A fisherman might come up empty time and again, but the instant a fish took the bait, he was always as happy as a child.
After going to such lengths, the net had been spread. All that remained was to wait for the fish to swim into it.
Tonight was destined to be sleepless. He had much to do.
After Xu Bai returned to the escort agency, he changed back into that outfit he rarely wore and covered his face with cloth.
He retrieved the ledger he had hidden away, switched to an ordinary longsword, and headed for the Liu Residence.
The night shrouded the streets, which were cold and deserted. Once Xu Bai arrived at the Liu Residence, he slipped over the wall with practiced ease.
At this point, he felt a little like one of those characters from TV dramas in his previous life—and it was pretty damn intense.
Wasn't that how TV dramas always went? Great heroes loved leaping over roofs and walls, never taking the beaten path.
For example, when drinking on the second floor of a tavern, they could clearly take the stairs down, yet they insisted on climbing out the window, darting and weaving through the air before landing on the ground in a flashy pose.
Right—and if they added a beauty falling from the sky, caught steadily by the great hero, the two spinning through the air several times and gazing deeply into each other's eyes...
No, the sense of déjà vu was too strong.
Xu Bai shook his head, casting the thoughts from his mind.
The Liu Residence was as it always had been. Other than a few servants on watch patrolling back and forth, everything was quiet and peaceful.
After jumping down from the wall, he looked around and was