The people inside were quick to react. As soon as they opened the door, they only saw a shadow already dashing out from the staircase exit. The two silently closed the door and calmly walked in that direction. Along the way, they encountered ladies carrying small bags going door-to-door looking for business, students holding thick books and renting rooms for postgraduate entrance exams, taxi drivers entering rooms rubbing their hands together, and two beggars crawling on the ground asking for money. The two of them walked through the corridor so normally, so composed, that no one could imagine these were pirates who had done countless transactions.
Until they went downstairs, the two dispersed in different directions. At the same time, the curved knives tucked behind their waists were well in hand—it was New Zealand's dogleg curved knife, good stuff. It was just unclear whether it was original military gear or domestic high-quality imitation.
