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Lu Qingshan's fingers were already gripping the end of the knife handle.

The cool touch from his palm calmed his boiling blood by a little.

Killing or capturing this man in front of me would be a piece of cake.

But killing him would be tantamount to telling Gao Jianjun in advance that he had come looking for them.

Gao Jianjun could have easily pushed the matter away...

What he wanted was not to alert the enemy, but to uproot them completely.

Lu Qingshan slowly loosened his grip, stepped back, and silently blended into the shadow of the mountain of logs behind him.

The blue tail clung tightly to his calf, slowly backing away; it understood its master's meaning.

Tonight, they are both hunters and spectators.

Skinny Monkey rubbed his hands, which were numb with cold, and pushed open the heavy iron door of the warehouse while cursing.

A murky stench of sawdust, diesel fuel, and sweat seeped out from under the door.

Inside the door, a cacophony of shouts and the sounds of heavy objects being dragged could also be heard.

The thin monkey quickly slammed the iron gate shut from the inside, swallowing up the last bit of light.

The entire No. 6 lumber yard fell into a deathly silence once again.

Lu Qingshan did not move.

He waited patiently, like a stone statue rooted in the darkness.

He knew that it was precisely at times like these that he couldn't rush things.

Since Gao Jianjun dared to do such a risky business, the external arrangements could not possibly be as lax as they appeared on the surface.

Sure enough, not long after.

A series of chaotic footsteps came from around the corner on the other side of the warehouse.

Along with the sound of footsteps came two men's indistinct curses.

"Damn it, this weather is freezing!"

"Deputy Director Gao is something else. He insisted that the two of us come over tonight to keep an eye on things. We can't even enjoy a warm drink properly."

Lu Qingshan held down Qingwei by the back of its neck and, using the blind spot created by the huge stack of logs, moved quickly towards the side wall of the warehouse like a leopard gliding along the ground.

Bluetail's four paws sank into the soft mud without making a sound, only stirring up a little loose soil as its paw pads sank.

The footsteps grew closer.

Two figures sauntered out from around the corner of the warehouse.

One of the tall men was carrying a half-empty bottle of bulk liquor, taking sips from time to time.

Another short, stout man held up a dim flashlight, the beam of which swayed wildly on the ground, illuminating the unsteady steps of the two men.

"Drink less, in case something really happens, we'll be in big trouble." The short, fat man burped.

"What could possibly happen?" the tall man scoffed. "In this godforsaken place, you won't see a soul in sight except for wild rabbits."

"It's always better to be careful. Before Skinny Monkey went in, he specifically told us to keep a close eye on the outside."

"Watch my ass!" The tall man took another gulp of his drink, his speech becoming slurred. "We're paid to do this, so we just stand here in the cold all night, putting on a show. What does the work inside have to do with us?"

As they talked, the two walked toward the direction where Lu Qingshan was hiding.

Lu Qingshan immediately stopped and pressed his back tightly against a thick pine tree.

The distance is gradually closing.

The beam of the flashlight had already reached a spot not far from his feet.

Aoki's body taut like a bow, his teeth baring out little by little.

Lu Qingshan tapped Qingwei's back twice with his fingers.

Just then, he bent down, felt around in the mud with his fingers, and picked up a clod of mud that had been frozen solid.

The two patrolling drunkards had already walked more than ten meters away.

Lu Qingshan's wrist suddenly jerked.

The lump of hardened mud flew out of my hand, tracing a silent arc through the air before precisely striking a pile of discarded metal barrels a dozen meters away in another direction.

Clang!

A crisp, abrupt metallic clang rang out in the silent night.

"Who?!"

"What's that noise!"

The two drunkards were startled and sobered up considerably.

The short, fat man abruptly turned the beam of his flashlight toward the source of the sound.

The tall man hurriedly stuffed the bottle into his clothes and pulled out a black rubber stick from his waist.

"Damn it, could someone have broken in?"

"Let's go take a look!"

Holding flashlights, the two stumbled and staggered towards the pile of tin barrels.

opportunity!

The instant the flashlight beam moved away, Lu Qingshan moved.

His figure emerged from the shadow of the logs, pressed against the cold warehouse wall, and rushed forward a few steps.

There wasn't a sound underfoot.

He rushed to a high window on the side of the warehouse and looked up.

The window was about two meters off the ground and covered with rust.

Lu Qingshan took half a step back and slammed his left foot against the rough brick wall.

Using the momentum, he sprang upwards, his right hand gripping the windowsill firmly with his five fingers, and his entire body flipped up gracefully, landing steadily on the narrow windowsill.

The whole process was so smooth and fast that it left only a blurry afterimage in place.

Thick frost flowers had formed on the glass windows of the warehouse, obscuring the view inside.

From the outside, the window latch looks like an old, rusty iron lock.

Without hesitation, Lu Qingshan slowly drew the fine steel hunting knife from the scabbard on his side.

The thin tip of the knife gleamed coldly in the night.

He precisely inserted the tip of the knife into the crack in the window, and with a gentle flick, locked the latch's movable joint.

Apply slight force to the wrist.

"Click".

With an extremely slight sound, the padlock was pried open from the inside.

Lu Qingshan carefully pushed open a corner of the window, turned to the side, and tucked in his stomach.

Like a slippery snake, he silently slithered into the dark room.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he rolled forward to dissipate all the momentum, and his body was safely hidden under a pile of old black tarpaulins used for moisture protection.

Almost at the same time he hid himself.

A dark figure nimbly slipped in through the crack in the opened window.

The blue-tailed creature landed on its four claws without making a sound.

It skillfully located Lu Qingshan's position, silently lying down beside him, its dark yellow eyes fixed intently on the front.

Outside the window, the voices of the two drunkards cursing and swearing could be heard.

"Damn, there's nothing there, the wind just blew the metal bucket over."

"I'm freezing! Let's go back and keep drinking!"

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Lu Qingshan lay motionless under the tarpaulin that reeked of engine oil.

Only after confirming that there was absolutely no more noise outside did he slowly lift a corner of the oilcloth.

The darkness before my eyes was no longer complete.

Several lanterns hanging high on the roof beams illuminated the depths of the warehouse.

The blinding light caused Lu Qingshan's pupils to shrink slightly.

By the light, a huge, ongoing timber smuggling operation was laid bare before him.