"So what if he was young? He had courage but no strategy. He deserved to die for daring to break into Devil's Castle."
"He's a pitiful case. He must have been under twenty. He looked so young."
"What does it matter? He's dead. He'll be ashes tomorrow. Forget it. Let's go for a drink," one of them urged. The men left the garage, laughing and talking. The dim, silent garage was now empty.
A cold, metallic sound clanged. It wasn't a heavy sound, but in the silence of the garage, it was exceptionally clear. Wushuang rolled out from under the truck. With a quick roll on the ground, she hid in a corner, then began to wind the steel rope she had been using off her arm. On her hand, the steel rope twisted into a heart-shaped bag. She looped it around her wrist, the bag dangling. Then she drew the silenced pistol from the small of her back and placed it into the bag made of steel rope.
