Through the [Exquisite Puppet]'s eyes, Arthur clearly saw Didian slit the throats of two hidden sentries with clean, decisive strokes. Her light, deft movements made it obvious that she knew her way around a dagger. The calm way she lowered their bodies, without a trace of panic, told Arthur this was not her first time doing something like this.
Moreover, Didian had clearly prepared in advance.
The lady knew this place well.
The moment she reached this street, she concealed herself and headed straight for the two hidden sentries.
Tsk, what a dangerous other world.
Even an innkeeper could pass for an assassin!
Arthur marveled inwardly, his gaze fixed on Didian as she slipped into the courtyard after disposing of the two sentries.
The courtyard appeared to have been converted from a workshop that made paper boxes.
From Arthur's vantage point, he could clearly see the raw materials piled on the ground.
Didian quietly moved those materials, stacking them outside each room's door before setting them alight.
Whoosh!
Flames roared.
"Fire!"
The people inside shouted and rushed out.
A crossbow bolt met them head-on.
Thwack!
The bolt pierced a man's throat. He clutched his neck and collapsed just as he emerged.
The others who had been about to rush out immediately recoiled in terror.
At the same time, the earlier "client" recognized Didian with the crossbow bolt in her hand.
"Didian, you... I had no choice either. We can talk this over."
The "client's" urgent shouting instantly turned into pleading.
Because-
Didian had lit the explosives in her hand.
The fuse burned rapidly.
Its hissing filled their ears.
It sounded like a countdown to death.
The "client" and his men inside the room went pale.
Clearly, Didian had no intention of sparing them.
Once the fuse burned down far enough,