After taking out two guards, Ling Chen quickly rushed forward, catching the bodies as they fell to prevent any noise from disturbing Reylov inside the barracks.
Dragging the bodies into the bushes nearby, Ling Chen flicked his wrist, his fingertips tightly clutching Wolf Kiss, and walked straight to the entrance of the barracks, took hold of the doorknob, and gently pushed the door inward.
Inside the room, it was pitch-black, except for a bleak moonlight shining through a window at the top of the room. Ling Chen squinted his eyes, treaded lightly, and quietly entered the room, looking around. He saw a bed against the north wall, under whose covers lay a person.
The corners of Ling Chen's mouth lifted slightly, and he silently approached the bed. Without waiting for any reaction from the individual, he suddenly flipped the covers and swung his hand-blade toward Reylov.
