He waited, and waited for over three hours.
It wasn't until around midnight that there was finally movement outside the house.
"Finally, they've come."
Hearing the sound of someone scaling the walls outside, Chen Yang's lips curled into a sinister smile.
He had been waiting for a long time. Tonight, he swore that these so-called assassins would never leave alive.
After climbing over the courtyard walls, the assassins moved quickly toward the back door.
Chen Yang could clearly hear their footsteps and discern what they were doing just by listening.
"An assassin… fiddling with locks?"
Listening to the sound of the back door being tampered with, Chen Yang couldn't help but let out a chuckle. He then rose to his feet, stepped out of the room, and positioned himself by the back door.
Clunk! With a sharp noise, the back door was pried open.
