It looks like I won't have to waste too much time searching, Lin Kuang thought to himself as he reached the end of the woods.
A nearby mansion was brightly lit, with bodyguards constantly patrolling inside. This was obviously where Wang Yuan lived. A glance at the entrance confirmed the house number: eighty-five. With that thought, Lin Kuang scanned his surroundings and then vanished in a flash.
In the dead of night, Lin Kuang moved like a ghost—incredibly fast and utterly silent, as stealthy as a cat. In an instant, he reached the side of the villa. With a push from his feet, he hooked his elbows over the top of the wall and peered cautiously into the estate. Inside, over a dozen bodyguards paced back and forth, surveying the area. They left no apparent gaps; anyone who tried to enter would be spotted immediately.
