Four or five figures moved swiftly through the night, rushing towards a single location from different directions. Their movements were as fast as shooting stars, flashing like dark streaks of light across the rooftops. They leaped and bounded across the rooftops, yet made almost no sound.
Moments later, some arrived. The first to land in the alley was a middle-aged man who appeared to be around thirty years old. He wore a flying fish robe, and a straight sword was strapped to his back. He slowly walked to the ditch, about a meter wide, squatted down, examined it, and then frowned. After examining it for a while, he stood up and walked to the end of the alley.
There, leaning against the wall, was a corpse.
Half a shoulder was missing, and there was a sword wound on the right chest. The
