Chen Ke glanced up and down the street, where few pedestrians were seen, and in the distance at the street corner a car turned and merged onto another road, its headlights briefly illuminating Chen Ke before vanishing quickly.
The nights in the Lower District of Opportunity City were far less lively than those on Raffi Road.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Chen Ke adjusted his tie and, as usual, with hands in pockets, walked across the road with a relaxed stride, as if he lived there.
The paths between villas were not very wide, just wide enough for two small cars to pass side by side, and the slope of the road was steep.
Chen Ke looked over at the neighboring villa—it was dark and deserted, very fortunate—then he glanced over the wall at the target villa.
There was no one in the courtyard, which was the front of the villa, and orange-yellow light shone from a second-floor window, indicating the target was upstairs.
