The three believers were exceptionally skilled. After silently taking down the prison guards at the entrance, they unlocked the main door with keys and quickly left the cellblock.
Inside the cell, An Qingyu, who had witnessed the entire process through those eyes, lightly rubbed his chin and fell into thought...
Things had indeed become interesting.
In the pitch-black outdoor exercise yard, three figures moved swiftly. Every light had been extinguished, and all surveillance cameras had failed. The place had become a jungle of complete darkness.
They first went to the first-floor restroom and retrieved the machetes, hammers, and other tools Xie Yu had hidden beneath the floor tiles. After circling several buildings, they stopped before an open patch of ground.
"Is this the place?" the Sixth Seat asked softly.
After observing the area carefully for a while, the Fourth Seat nodded with certainty. "That's right. According to the information Xie Yu provided, the Town Ruin Stele is here."
The two turned to look at the silent Twelfth Seat behind them. He nodded, took off his shirt, and lay down on the ground, drawing a deep breath.
"Come on. I'm ready."
The Sixth Seat gripped his knife and slowly spoke. "Do you have any last words?"
The Twelfth Seat fell silent for a moment. "Tell Lord The Whisperer that it is my honor to give my life for him..."
The Fourth Seat nodded. "I'll pass that on."
"Oh, right." The Twelfth Seat suddenly remembered something. "Once you regain your strength, remember to kill that Han Jinlong for me. We believers... can't lose face!"
"Don't worry." The Fourth Seat narrowed his eyes slightly, a chilling killing intent gleaming within them. "I said I'd make him beg for life and be denied it, beg for death and be denied it!"
"Do it..."
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