Hearing this, the woman nodded somberly.
Indeed, it was the case.
The Right Faction didn't want to provoke any incidents, so they naturally tried to find loopholes in the alliance plan. But unexpectedly, while searching, a spy brought back such an inconceivable piece of news.
Leaving aside whether the other side would believe the report or if they would suspect that this problem was created by them intentionally, they themselves found it odd.
Therefore, the woman had come on a secret supervisory mission.
However, if before in District 10 the identity of the Special Envoy wasn't certain, after the woman reviewed her target of the mission, she was now able to confirm with certainty—the Special Envoy really had defected!
[Main Mission: Find the Ninth District's espionage list and hand it over to the Green Mist Corps.]
An espionage list?
Holy moly! The Special Envoy from District 10 was from the Ninth District!
That was even more inconceivable than defection if spoken out loud!
Xu Shuo even silently applauded the performance.
Yet, if the Special Envoy really were abnormal, yet she unquestionably was completing the task assigned by District 10 and had reached an alliance with the Capital Commandant.
The woman awkwardly said, "Then... I'm unclear about that, I just came to investigate as ordered."
She just carried out her mission. If the mission required taking a list, she would take the list. As for the truth within, that was none of her affair.
Upon hearing this, Xu Shuo thoughtfully nodded, "Okay, I get it."
Seeing that the girl no longer persisted, the woman sighed with relief, but then her thoughts became lively again.
She probed, "Sister, why are you here then?"
The girl looked to be quite young, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with neatly tied-up hair buns, a pale face devoid of any color that truly resembled a ghost in the dark night.
Xu Shuo smiled at her, which made the woman shiver instantly, as if she were creeped out.
"You don't need to know this. Go ahead and carry out your actions," Xu Shuo said, then turned and moved deeper into the grass altar.
"Eh..."
The woman, feeling used and discarded, widened her eyes. Seeing the girl walk away, she instinctively reached out to grab her but when she bent over to pounce where the girl had been, the dark grass altar was utterly empty.
It was too dark to see earlier, and she just felt the girl's figure shake, and then she couldn't catch her.
In this area of low grass altar, it was pitch-black, and no figures were visible.
What the hell, seeing ghosts?!
The woman stared at the place where the girl had vanished in horror but then realized that it might simply be that the other person had better skills or some special physique.
Just like her role as a member of the Green Mist Corps, she possessed an ability to blur vision like smoke and mist; she had just used the cover of the rain to quietly jump down from the building, without drawing anyone's attention.
Except for the girl she had accidentally bumped into.
He instinctively retreated, backing all the way to the left side of the hallway!
Sss... there was a big shot fighting over there!
I'd wondered why it was so quiet over there; turns out, in the end, only two people were left fighting, and the soldiers who had been redirected there were all dead.
The Male Waiter wimpishly turned tail and ran.
Honestly, he proceeded to the left side of the corridor, passing Room 304, where he saw the door also wide open, with bodies scattered messily inside.
No, there was one still groaning on the ground.
The Male Waiter walked in and nonchalantly twisted the man's neck, then glanced toward the shattered living room window.
This window faced the main street, where beneath it was a noisy tumult.
Just now, as he passed by, he thought he heard a collision as well.
The Male Waiter hid by the window and stealthily peeked out, checking the situation below where he saw a group of soldiers surrounding a fallen figure, with pieces of the windowsill and glass strewn on the ground.
Strangely, the soldiers seemed quite concerned for the person's state.
After thinking for a moment, the Male Waiter dragged a body from the floor and heaved it straight out the window.
Bang!
Another sound of a heavy object falling came from below.
Next, there were the soldiers' uncertain shouts and various uproars.
There were plenty of bodies in the room.
The Male Waiter quickly lifted them one by one and tossed them down, creating a continuous "thud thud thud" noise below.
After all the corpses were thrown out, the Male Waiter again cautiously approached the window to look outside, only to lock eyes suddenly with a pair of ice-cold, sharp eyes from below!
Fuck, it was the Capital Commandant!
Feeling excited and nervous, he turned and rushed to Room 303 across the way, quickly peeking through a corner of the curtain to check the backyard situation.
The night veiled the backyard in silence.
The light rain fell softly, the fine droplets forming a mist in the air, giving the deep night a misty and illusory appearance.
The Male Waiter scanned the entire backyard before choosing a corner and deftly climbed out the window, landing below.
Splash!
He gently landed in the flowerbed, then looked up.
"..."
"..."
Fuck, there's actually someone here?!