The swords, flutes, and rulers they carried under their arms swayed slightly in the cold wind, emitting a faint and chilling sound, like a prelude played by a demon, heralding the impending crisis.
"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, known for his keen senses, suddenly awoke from his slumber in the dead of night, alarms ringing in his heart.
Without time to think, he shouted loudly, his voice like a great bell, shaking the air inside the inn: "Robbers!"
This voice was like a sudden thunderclap, breaking the silence of the night in an instant.
Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the half-asleep, bewildered Shi Xiong, his body like a black lightning bolt, darting out the window, and in the blink of an eye, they were hovering in mid-air.
His movements were like flowing water, completed in one go, like a ghost in the night, swift and mysterious.
