When the attic’s windows were pushed aside, the fine rain scattered down on Lin Xi’s face and body.

It was a bit cold.

Right now, Lin Xi couldn’t help but recall the fine ice fragments that fluttered about, at the same time seeing the black figures who made their way out of the river clearly.

These dozen or so black figures all wore black waterproof armor that even covered their faces, short harpoon-like weapons in their hands.

The river’s water slid off their bodies, as if they were water specters.

At the same time, these figures who emerged from the water also saw Lin Xi on the attic terrace.

They saw the green-clothed youngster stand calmly in the fine rain, the two wooden chests on his back, and another wooden chest in his hand.

A flash of cold light passed through the eyes of the one walking at the very front, now, he already jumped onto the waterfront terrace in front of the small building. He reached out his hand, and then a streak of black light flew out from his fingers. In the quiet skies, a faint whistling sound rang out, directly flying towards the roof’s eaves. This assassin dressed in skintight black waterproof armor already ran forward crazily with astonishing speed.

This dark light was actually a clawed hook with rope attached...