There were six people surrounding the entrance and exit of building seventeen.
Zhou Xufang put on a mask and a hat and slipped on a jacket before heading out. She didn't take the stairs but went to the rooftop and leapt down, landing behind building seventeen.
She picked up a stone from the ground and threw it upwards, knocking the surveillance camera askew. The group of men with unclear intentions also came over at the sound.
There were not just six of them but a total of eight—each one empty-handed but by their attire and build, they all appeared to be professional hitmen.
Zhou Xufang assessed them, "Who are you?"
The men were also sizing her up. The man leading them was the shortest, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he wore a mask on his face, "Are you Zhou Xufang?"
They weren't here for the professional errand runner; they were here for Zhou Xufang.
Zhou Xufang denied it, "I'm not."
