He smelled the stench of blood coming from the Chinese parasol tree.
"Do you smell that?"
Ji Ziming narrowed his eyes. His gut feeling was telling him that there was someone hiding on the camphor tree but unsure if there were fewer or more people than the bodyguards he had.
Acting rashly would result in more casualties.
Although the camphor tree's fragrance was strong, he could still faintly smell blood. If he just took a few more steps forward, he would see Xu Yansong squatting atop one of that tree's trunks in his light-green shirt.
As long as Ji Ziming walked three more meters, he would spot the injured assassin.
"Alright, bring your men and see if there are more spy cams in the area. I want you to ensure the safety of the man inside."
Ji Ziming's voice was cold as he looked at the camphor tree behind the Chinese parasol.
"Yes, sir."
