Without a moment's hesitation, he moved back two steps to gather strength, then took a long stride and surprisingly agile as a gecko, his fingertips precisely gripping the edge of the windowsill.
With a slight exertion of his arm, he easily leapt onto the windowsill more than two meters high.
Before landing, he made only the slightest sound, and then quickly bent down, slipping silently into the pitch-dark building, following the dim corridor, and groping his way towards the club's interior.
"Sis... Sis, I'm a bit scared." Maria Carter tightly gripped Emily Parker's wrist, her teeth lightly chattering from nervousness, her voice lowered extremely, even her footsteps seemed somewhat unsteady.
Emily Parker glanced around; the interior of the club was far more luxurious than it looked from the outside, with walls covered in dark golden wallpaper adorned with fine crystal patterns.
