Finally, he locked onto his target.
Even as he walked, he kept a vigilant watch over his surroundings, his ears sensitively tuned to any sound around him.
It was too quiet in the vicinity; only his own footsteps could be heard, nothing else.
And because it was so quiet, he could notice any sign of movement, even if it were just the wind rustling a tree branch!
At this moment, he was alone, without a single soul in sight. The street light seemed to struggle weakly, casting a dim light...
The pistol rested in his pant pocket; he clenched his fist, fully prepared for what might come.
"Rustle..."
The sound of leaves scraping across the ground was faint but significant.
Because the silence was so intense, even this soft noise seemed magnified a thousand times!
Shen Chi was tensed like a taut string; his Chaomu must not come to any harm!
"Mumu..." he silently mouthed her name, his expression heavy, his heart as if bleeding.