The wooden house fell silent again.
The prophet could locate the Second Prince, but where were they supposed to find the prophet now?
After a while, the cloaked leader said, "Contact the informants in the city. Once we confirm the target's location, we'll arrange our next move."
The others did not respond.
After quite some time, someone finally said, "If the intelligence is this absurd again next time, I'm leaving."
"Don't worry. This won't happen again," the leading man replied.
Everyone nodded and said no more.
In the corner, Viola slightly raised her eyes and swept her gaze over everyone in the room. Then she wrapped herself in her cloak and closed her eyes to rest.
Mentioning the prophet made her think of Treasure Island again.
That damned profession was even more troublesome than she had imagined.
Ever since the plan on Treasure Island had failed last time, she would occasionally sense someone watching her.
There was no need to say it. She knew it was that island master from Treasure Island keeping an eye on her.
Hmph!
That relentless brat.
Once this was over, she would go back and kill him.
"Hope you've made some progress."
Crimson Wind Gang, courtyard.
Listening to the corpse's answer, Wu Heng frowned as well.
The name the thief had provided was real, but the man was not a merchant.
He was a level 18 professional responsible for intelligence in the city.
In other words, if Wu Heng followed the thief's information into the city and tried to inquire about that name, someone would be watching him immediately.
The thief had even set him up like this.
Sure enough, he had not been honest.
Wu Heng looked back at the corpse and asked, "How did you know this person?"
The corpse replied, "The