Bright Sword: Conquer the monk at the beginning and take down Zhou Weiguo

"Go." Qin Cang ordered in a low voice, his eyes full of decisiveness and clear decision-making.

He moved almost immediately, swiftly and silently sweeping across the open space, disappearing into the dark shadows. Liu San followed closely behind, his movements equally swift, with only the sound of his footsteps quietly breaking the silence of the night.

The two quickly bypassed the enemy, taking advantage of the darkness and surrounding obstacles to silently approach the target location. Although Qin Cang's mood was not as calm as he appeared, he always maintained a cool head. His heartbeat was particularly clear in this urgent situation, as if every beat reminded him to be more cautious.

Yet, he didn't allow himself to pause. Even the slightest hesitation could lead to unforeseen consequences. Furthermore, Xiaohu's condition was becoming increasingly dangerous, and every second of waiting felt like a heavy blow to his heart, weighing heavily on his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He looked ahead at a makeshift cell. It was chillingly quiet, as if everything was hidden in the deep darkness. And Xiaohu, perhaps, was being held there. Qin Cang didn't rush into the room, but stood near the door, quietly waiting. A faint sense of danger hung in the air, as if someone might discover their whereabouts at any moment.

Liu San stood aside, his eyes scanning the surroundings anxiously. His heart was in turmoil, but under Qin Cang's guidance, he forced himself to calm down. He knew he couldn't change anything, so the only thing he could do was to cooperate as best he could and complete the task at hand.

"We're ready." Qin Cang whispered. His eyes remained calm, but the sense of oppression in them became increasingly stronger. "Let's go in."

Qin Cang stood in the shadows, his heart filled with an unresolved restlessness. Just now, the enemy's words had pierced his tranquil heart like a blade, causing a considerable shock.

He didn't show it; everything on the outside was still his familiar calm and decisiveness. His gaze was sharp as a knife, but his ears were constantly echoing with the enemy's voice. His mind drifted to the image of that enemy with the thick accent and cold eyes—the voice that had inadvertently revealed crucial information.

"Do you think you're the only ones who act quietly?" The enemy's voice was so steady and powerful, as if he didn't care about being heard. "We saw everything you did clearly."

At that moment, Qin Cang's heart was soaked with cold sweat. Had the enemy anticipated their actions? Or were these words merely a psychological tactic played on the enemy's mind? Qin Cang couldn't be sure, but the doubts in his heart burned like a flame, growing stronger and stronger.

If the enemy truly noticed, their plan would instantly fall apart. Xiaohu's fate would be the ultimate stakes, and they would be trapped in a dead end. Did the enemy's lack of direct attack mean they truly hadn't noticed them?

Qin Cang tightened his grip on the weapon and remained silent. He understood that at this moment, any panic would be fatal. He had to advance silently and maintain control of every detail to ensure their safety and the success of the mission.

"Do you think they know?" Liu San asked in a low voice, a subtle hint of anxiety in his tone. His heart grew heavier with Qin Cang's silence, the urgency in his heart almost making it impossible for him to breathe peacefully.

Qin Cang didn't answer immediately, but pondered for a moment, his gaze fixed on the front. He knew that Liu San was no less anxious than he was. They both knew that the current situation had become increasingly complicated, and any small mistake could have fatal consequences.

"If the enemy really knows our location, those words just now were just a test." Qin Cang finally spoke, his voice low and powerful. "We can't act rashly."

Liu San nodded silently, his eyes peering through the darkness toward the area they were about to enter. Every step felt heavy, every second a race against death. The enemy's probing might simply be an attempt to expose them, but regardless, they had to endure the pressure and continue forward.

The air grew more stagnant, as if time had frozen at this moment. The enemy seemed no closer, yet the sound of their footsteps still echoed in his heart, as if carrying an endless shadow. Qin Cang stood there, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, but deep down, he was pondering. The enemy's words were not groundless, but came from warriors who had experienced countless life and death.

If the enemy was truly watching them, then every step forward would be a trap. Had the enemy already sensed something, or was this simply a tactic to create tension?

He pondered, but remained steadfast. His experience in confronting the enemy taught him to never let his guard down. Every slight movement could be a warning. And now, the mission before him was a matter of life and death—not only for himself, but also for Liu San and the imprisoned Xiaohu.

"We can't wait any longer." Qin Cang finally made up his mind, his gaze growing even more resolute. No matter how the enemy tried to probe or feign awareness, it wouldn't affect their actions. There was no turning back. Xiaohu's fate was firmly in their hands. They had to keep moving forward, until the very end.

"Let's go!" He didn't say anything else, just made a simple gesture, signaling Liu San to follow. He took one step at a time, his steps still light and swift, like a cheetah roaming in the dead silence of the darkness.

Liu San quickly followed, following closely behind. Both men knew that any small sound could reveal their whereabouts. But at this moment, Liu San felt an inexplicable anxiety in his heart, a heavy feeling he had never felt before. What had the enemy discovered? Could they still complete their mission with this slim chance?

They passed through a narrow alleyway, their vision limited and their mood growing increasingly gloomy. Each step was taken with extreme caution, even their breathing had to be suppressed to the tiniest degree. They did not speak again, only communicating silently with their eyes. Every movement, every step, seemed like countless weighing of pros and cons.

"It's just ahead." Qin Cang stopped at a corner and whispered. His eyes penetrated the shadows ahead and looked at the seemingly peaceful building.

Liu San stopped short, his brow furrowed. The building was completely silent, without a single movement. But everyone knew this silence was only temporary. Xiao Hu was inside, and time was slipping away. They couldn't wait any longer.