The bright light instantly dispelled all the darkness in the room.
Qin Hao stood in a corner of the room, his gaze calm as he looked at Dog Disciple. Under the overhead fluorescent light, his shadow was like a sharp sword, its tip pointing at Dog Disciple's position.
Dog Disciple was stunned for a second, then his expression changed dramatically. He slowly stepped back two paces, tightly gripping a dagger in his hand, confronting Qin Hao.
"I didn't expect you to be prepared!"
Dog Disciple's expression was gloomy as he slowly spoke, looking at Qin Hao. Qin Hao smiled slightly and nodded, not saying a word.
In fact, Qin Hao had only slept for a little over three hours in the afternoon to regain his strength. For an assassin, it was impossible to do something as foolish as sleeping deeply, which is akin to courting death.
