Under cover of night, Chen Mu moved swiftly along the shadows beside the street.
With Soul Force bolstering him, his feet seemed to glide over ice, fast and silent.
Following the route Black Nose had described, he soon found a warehouse in Xiuren Ward by the Luo River.
A hidden dock lay concealed within the willow grove behind the warehouse.
Though it was deep in the night, a bean-sized oil lamp burned inside the small warehouse.
Four bare-chested men gathered around a square table, eating, drinking, and chatting.
They appeared relaxed at first glance, but were actually on high alert.
Two guards stood hidden in the shadows by the entrance. Most of the meat and vegetables on the table had been eaten, yet no one had touched the wine in their cups.
Chen Mu stopped some distance from the warehouse, expressionlessly swept his gaze over the shadows, then strode toward the main entrance.
"What are you here for?!"
After only two steps, a man emerged from the shadows beside the door and shouted.
"I'm here to give a gift." Chen Mu did not slow down.
"Come back in the daytime! The accountant's gone home for the night. No one's here to record it." The man looked thoroughly impatient.
Chen Mu: "..."
Record it with the accountant?
Had gift-giving become an entire industry chain now?!
"Are you deaf? Get lost already!" the man shouted impatiently.
Chen Mu glanced at him and continued striding toward the warehouse doors.
"Huh?! You're quite stubborn, aren't you?" The man walked straight toward Chen Mu, raising his fist to smash it into his face.
Chen Mu's figure suddenly vanished. As they brushed past each other, the Sleeve Sword flicked out and back.
Pfft!
Blood sprayed from the man's neck.
He collapsed with a thud, twitched twice,