"What's gotten into the boss again? Twenty-four-hour patrols? Isn't this just making things hard on us?"
"Who knows? Could he have made some new enemies?"
"Enemies? What enemies would dare come here? Besides, the inner courtyard's little building is airtight. Once the iron doors and windows are shut, not even a mosquito can get in! What are we afraid of?"
"You've got a point."
Several of Basong's men patrolled the estate with rifles slung over their shoulders, chatting as they walked. None of them noticed a hair-thin black line slither past their feet.
The inner courtyard they claimed not even a mosquito could enter had already been infiltrated by the Shadow under Guan Tong's control.
That so-called "airtight security" was nothing but a joke before Shadow's infiltration abilities. He could silently infiltrate even the Green Plum Association's Yongzhou Base, let alone some minor warlord's estate.
From outside to inside, Shadow had scouted every corner of the estate. The vast amount of intelligence he gathered was transmitted through shared senses to Guan Tong, hundreds of miles away.
As a result, this heavily guarded estate had become practically transparent to Guan Tong. He had grasped every detail of the situation.
There were roughly four hundred people in the entire estate. More than a hundred of them were Basong's subordinates, all carrying firearms.
There were also nearly two hundred people locked inside several large warehouses in the outer courtyard with chains.
Guan Tong had not initially noticed there were people inside the warehouses. It was only after eavesdropping on several armed men saying they were going to "prepare feed for the pigs" that he realized something was wrong.
He controlled a Shadow Line to follow them into the warehouse, only to discover that the "pigs" they spoke of were living people.
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