Wednesday evening.
Atop Zhang's Martial Arts School, on the highest point of the roof.
Zhang Xinwu stood on the eaves, eyes tightly shut, focusing her breathing.
A gust of wind blew by, carrying with it other sounds amid its noise.
She suddenly opened her eyes and, pinpointing the source of the sounds, her fingers flicked rapidly, tossing pebbles in all directions.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The pebbles struck nearby buildings, and vague shadows appeared, quietly retreating.
These people, obviously there to keep watch, had to leave after their positions were exposed.
But whether they would come back later was another matter.
According to the law firm's guess, these people were also acting on orders.
And the commands they received were clearly to monitor every move of the defense and others before the case ended.
So, before the case concluded, they naturally had to be prepared for round-the-clock surveillance.