Fang Xinwu reached down and drew a tactical dagger from his calf, silently slicing open the window screen.
At the same time, Zhou Quan slung his assault rifle behind his back and switched to a suppressed pistol.
One was among the world's foremost special operations experts, while the other was a special intelligence agent sent from home to infiltrate the Golden Triangle. Their skills were beyond question.
Zhou Quan covered Fang Xinwu with his pistol as Fang Xinwu carefully climbed through the window into the wooden house.
Then Fang Xinwu took over, covering the interior with his assault rifle while Zhou Quan climbed in right behind him.
Although all the buildings in this village were wooden structures, they were quite well built.
At the very least, the wooden floor beneath them felt no different from ordinary ground underfoot and made no unusual noises.
That was precisely why no one on Eight-Faced Buddha's side noticed Zhou Quan and his men's movements.
In a two-man defensive formation, Zhou Quan and Fang Xinwu crept silently toward Eight-Faced Buddha's bedroom.
Calling it a bedroom was a stretch. It was really just the innermost room of the wooden house, without even a proper door.
Upon entering, the first thing they saw was Eight-Faced Buddha, Wei Xingguang, facing them with his full white beard.
Zhou Quan and Fang Xinwu were already thoroughly familiar with Eight-Faced Buddha's file photographs, so there was no chance of mistaking him.
Walking slowly to the bedside, Zhou Quan aimed his pistol at Eight-Faced Buddha's heart.
Just then, however, Eight-Faced Buddha, who had been lying in bed, suddenly began to open his eyes.
People naturally became light sleepers in old age.
Besides, it was already almost five in the morning.
According to Eight-Faced Buddha's normal routine, he would get up in another