Two men speaking in Sichuan dialect picked up their sabers and walked into the stone chamber, cursing under their breaths. With a clang, the iron door locked behind them. They went down the stairs and passed through a second iron door, which also shut with a clang.
The design of the iron doors alone showed just how tightly guarded this place was.
Jiang Hao waited outside for a while. Once he sensed the breathing inside had grown soft and steady, he jumped down from the roof and peered through the window. The men were all asleep. With a flick of his hand, a handful of silver needles shot inside and struck every one of their sleep acupoints.
He pushed open the door and went to inspect the iron gate. Taking out a piece of Iron Wire, he inserted it into the lock and fiddled with it a few times. The gate clicked open. He quietly descended the stairs and came upon the second iron door, only to find that it could only be opened from the inside. There was no way to unlock it from outside. After a moment's thought, he pounded hard on the door.
Bang, bang! Bang bang bang!
"What the hell is it?!" a voice shouted from within.
Jiang Hao immediately answered in a Sichuan accent. "The boss said to bring you a jar of wine, but don't drink too much and botch the job."
The people inside were delighted at the mention of wine. Without thinking much of it, they hurriedly opened the door, saying, "We won't drink too much. Just enough to satisfy the craving."
The instant they opened the door, two silver needles flew over and pierced their acupoints. The two men collapsed with a thud before they even got a clear look at