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Li Mu quietly circled to the side of the factory, his footsteps light and soundless as he deftly avoided the puddles and broken bricks on the ground. He carefully observed his surroundings, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, calmly scanning every possible entrance. The factory's iron doors and windows were tightly shut, secured with multiple locks, indicating that those inside were extremely cautious, fearing uninvited guests. Heavy chains and rusty padlocks adorned the iron door, adding to the desolate atmosphere of the factory and signaling to him that this was no ordinary hideout but a place of deeper schemes.
His eyes shifted to the back of the factory, where a row of motorcycles was neatly parked against the wall, their bodies marked with mud as if they had just come from a long journey. Some bikes even had tool bags and helmets on them. This suggested that there were not just one or two people inside but rather a considerable gathering. Li Mu furrowed his brow slightly, quickly assessing the situation in his mind. This group seemed to be holding a secret meeting here; a direct assault would surely alert everyone in the factory, causing chaos. Such a scenario clearly did not align with his style—he preferred to eliminate targets silently, keeping everything under his control.
As he pondered how to break through, his gaze suddenly caught something unusual. On the east side of the third floor, a window was slightly ajar, with small gaps at the bottom of the frame as if it had been hastily left open. The window was positioned high up, and black stains covered the wall beside it, likely accumulated dust and water marks over many years. However, this window was discreetly placed, perfectly avoiding the factory's entrance and surveillance lines, seemingly overlooked by guards due to its height.
A subtle thought crossed Li Mu's mind; this might be his breakthrough point. He quickly scanned his surroundings again, carefully estimating the feasibility of climbing up to the third floor from the side. The factory was old and dilapidated; its rough exterior was riddled with protruding rebar and cracks. While it appeared worn down, it provided excellent handholds for climbing. He gently moved his joints, adjusting his weapons and gear at his waist to ensure that no unnecessary noise would be made during his actions.
The rain continued to fall, leaving a slick sheen on the walls, but this did not deter him. With agility, he began to climb, his hands skillfully grasping at the protrusions on the wall while his toes lightly pushed against its surface—swift and silent like a trained leopard. Each step he took was precise and steady; his breathing remained calm, and his heartbeat showed no signs of agitation.
As he neared the window, he could faintly hear voices through the slightly opened gap—the low murmur of conversation drifting out with the night wind, revealing a tense and oppressive atmosphere within. Li Mu held his breath, hiding his body beneath the window as he slowly extended a sliver of vision to observe what was happening inside. His gaze was as sharp as a blade, capturing every detail; this mission had to be executed without a sound, and this window would serve as his entry point for a midnight raid.
Taking a deep breath, Li Mu calmly adjusted his mindset, merging himself completely with everything in the night. For him, this was not merely a mission but a silent hunt.
Just as he reached for the window frame, preparing to slip inside unnoticed, he suddenly heard steady footsteps approaching from below—growing closer by the second. He immediately halted his movements, holding his breath and pressing himself tightly against the wall while gripping the edges of the window frame firmly, striving to remain hidden in the shadows without making a sound. As the footsteps drew nearer, even the sound of rain seemed subdued; an oppressive silence enveloped the air.
The footsteps stopped right beneath him, accompanied by a man's low and rough complaint: "Damn Black Gold Alliance; they always pull some nonsense." The man's tone dripped with anger and dissatisfaction as if years of pent-up grievances had finally found an outlet. Li Mu allowed only one eye to peek down cautiously; he could vaguely see a burly man in a leather jacket standing below with a sullen expression.
"Fuck!" The man spat impatiently before leaning against the wall beside the window. "If I were Wang Lei, I'd have punched that bastard Li Zhiyuan right in that ugly face!" His voice carried irritation and contempt as he lamented some unresolved grievance before muttering under his breath: "What on earth is going on?"
As soon as he finished speaking, it seemed that man relaxed somewhat; leaning against the wall beside him, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his leather jacket pocket. After lighting one up and taking a deep drag, smoke curled upwards slowly into the air with its acrid scent wafting toward Li Mu's hiding spot. Gripping tightly onto the edge of the window frame with fingers subtly tensing up against its coldness from rainwater trickling down onto his hand back brought him a chill; yet still, his breathing remained steady and heartbeat undisturbed as he patiently waited for the man to leave.
The glowing tip of smoke flickered in darkness as he took another deep drag before exhaling a cloud of thick smoke that mingled with raindrops drifting away. Li Mu felt that pungent smell fill his nostrils but held back any sound that might escape him. He slightly turned his head away carefully to avoid detection while maintaining an icy calmness in his gaze—like a hunter concealed in shadows waiting for its prey.
In the shadows not far away, Li Mu waited calmly, like a lurking beast, patient and silent. It wasn't until the man finished his cigarette, flicked the butt to the ground, and extinguished it with his boot that he slowly turned and walked away. As the footsteps faded into the distance, Li Mu let out a soft breath, his gaze still sharp and deep, like the dark night around him. He carefully checked his surroundings once more to ensure no one was approaching before slowly lifting a leg and silently slipping into the factory, beginning his covert infiltration.
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