"You guys, at two in the morning, make sure to burn this packet of powder and blow the smoke inside. Be careful, understand?" the butler said to the two men.
The two men glanced at the drug in their hands, a fierce glint flashing in their eyes, and nodded slightly.
They weren't ordinary servants, but old hands who had been working with the butler for many years. During this time, they had done many unspeakable acts and were quite adept at it.
The butler nodded slightly, feeling confident about these two subordinates.
After the butler left, the two men stood quietly in the yard waiting.
The moon rose higher, its brilliance cascading down, enveloping the villa in a layer of silver light.
Nighttime is usually very quiet, like a corpse, which doesn't create any noise.
The two servants who were guarding outside preferred dead people because they don't cause trouble or boss them around.
The two glanced at the time; it was two in the morning, time to act.
