The frightened government officials instinctively held their knives and hurried over following the sound.
As soon as they rushed into the alley, the government officials saw the dead soldier lying on the ground, wailing and screaming, and being tied tightly.
"There's an assassin—!"
Hearing the chaotic sounds outside the wall, the corners of Xiao Lingyue's mouth curled up slightly under her cloak, and she turned around and walked quickly to the guest house.
She didn't have time to deal with the dead man, so she just left it to the government officials and put him directly in the prison.
It saves those government officials from standing around doing nothing, being drowsy and not even knowing that someone has sneaked out.
Xiao Lingyue was in a good mood, suppressed her smile, and walked towards the guest house in two steps.
There are always caravan guards guarding the entrance to the guest house.
They also heard the noise outside Li's house. Just as they were wondering, they saw Xiao Lingyue walking quickly in a cloak and subconsciously raised the stick: "Who are you?"
"It's me." Xiao Lingyue took out the token without any panic, which was exactly the one she found from the dead soldier.
She hoarse her voice, imitating the voice of a dead soldier: "I have something urgent to see you, sir, please get out of my way!"
The guards recognized the token and hurriedly put down their sticks: "Sir, have you just come back? What happened outside?"
Xiao Lingyue scolded in a cold voice: "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Guard the yard. No one is allowed to come in without an adult speaking!"
The guards were startled and subconsciously obeyed the order: "Yes!"
Xiao Lingyue swaggered into the guest courtyard, used the same method to fool the guards on duty in the hospital, drove them to guard outside the courtyard, and then pushed open the door of the main house.
A middle-aged man lives in the main house, and he is the leader of the caravan.
Xiao Lingyue made a special observation last night.
Although Mr. Yan has a high status, the real decision-maker is a middle-aged man. Therefore, Mr. Yan does not live in the main house, but in a side room slightly further away on the other side of the guest courtyard.
Xiao Lingyue naturally went straight to the middle-aged man.
As soon as he entered the door, a voice came from behind the bedroom screen: "Who is it?"
"Sir, my subordinate is back to tell you." Xiao Lingyue closed the door with her backhand, her voice was low and vague, and she quickly walked into the bedroom.
Behind the screen.
The middle-aged man seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He was sitting by the bed in his underwear when he saw Xiao Lingyue in a cloak walking in.
It was still dark at this time, the doors and windows in the house were closed, and there were no lights on, so the light was even worse.
The middle-aged man didn't see Xiao Lingyue's face at all, but he was very familiar with her cloak and outfit. He subconsciously asked: "A-3?"
It turns out that one of the dead soldiers was codenamed Jia San.
Xiao Lingyue responded vaguely and took two more steps to the bed.
The middle-aged man asked suspiciously: "Why are you the only one coming back? Where is A4? Who asked you to break in directly?"
"Jiasi is not coming back. I have something important to report to you." Xiao Lingyue lowered her head and said, getting closer and closer.
The middle-aged man was about to become suspicious, but his attention was attracted by her words: "What's the matter?"
"that is......"
Xiao Lingyue slowed down her tone and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
The middle-aged man stared at the chin exposed under her hood and suddenly realized something was wrong: "Wait, you..."
The words are not finished yet.
A cold light pierced his eyes like lightning!
The middle-aged man was shocked. He instinctively fell back and fell into the bed. He turned around in panic and tried to hide, but felt a sharp pain on his shoulder.
He screamed: "Ah..."
Xiao Lingyue grabbed his hair, forced his head into the quilt, and forcibly cut off the screams.
"Hmm..." The middle-aged man struggled in severe pain. The blade of the dagger stabbed into his shoulder whirled, almost cutting off a piece of his flesh. Blood gurgled out, moistening the quilt on the bed.