Zhao Lin's heart pounded. He looked up at the street opposite them.
Directly across from the Liuhe Sect was a two-story restaurant. Sitting in a private room by the window, one could easily monitor everyone coming and going.
Zhao Lin put himself in the assassin's shoes. If he were the one, he'd also choose that spot to keep watch.
So, while he was practicing, he would fully open up his hearing every so often to gather sounds from across the street. And sure enough, he'd picked something up!
Zhao Lin remained impassive, carrying the iron sandbag over to the courtyard gate.
The window of the private room was half-open, and behind the screen, the shadowy figures of two people could be seen.
Zhao Lin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He focused his ultrasound towards the private room's window and quickly located the two people who were talking.
