Yunfeng's eyes rested on Zei, carefully observing every twitch and bead of sweat on the man's forehead. He was trying his best to look normal—too hard. His grin was forced, his posture too straight, too tense. Yunfeng almost pitied him. Clearly, Zei wasn't used to anything covert. This wasn't someone who'd lied much in his life.
Still, that wasn't a bad thing.
It meant he could trust him… at least, trust him to try. Trust him to follow through, even if his hands shook while doing it.
Yunfeng let out a breath and leaned back slightly on the bed, closing his eyes for just a moment.
He had only written a small fragment of the plan on the note Zei had read.
Just Zei's part.
The rest was too dangerous to leave lying around on paper.
He blinked slowly and mouthed the words carefully to Zei, making sure the movement of his lips was clear.
"We attack at night."
Zei's brow furrowed, barely a nod, but Yunfeng caught the message in his darting eyes—he understood.
