After leaving the camp, the Old Soldier didn't stay for a moment and headed straight back to the inn.
It was now eight in the evening, four hours away from the appointed time.
Standing at the door, he knocked five times, following the pre-agreed rhythm of three long and two short taps.
After a two-second wait, there was the sound of wringing out a towel and a rustling of clothes being put on from behind the door before footsteps approached the entrance.
The door opened a small crack.
Seeing that it was Pangolin standing outside, Penny finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the safety of her pistol.
Her deep brown hair was wet, with droplets of water still hanging on her cheeks and neck.
The Old Soldier saw through the door a wooden bucket filled with hot water, with a towel and some personal clothing draped over its edge.
Speaking of which, this guy sure has some nerve—it's such a time, and he still has the mind to take a bath.
