That same night, in a camp located in the Fenshui Region.
The camp was underground, formed by connecting and renovating an underground mall, a subway platform, and an underground parking garage.
Yang Tao entered the camp through the subway platform. After paying the required fee, she arrived at the Underground mall.
This was the camp's commercial district, bringing together supplies, entertainment, medical services, and all kinds of gray-market dealings.
For the operation, Yang Tao had cut her hair very short. She had also padded her clothes with a small set of men's soft-leather protective gear. Unless someone looked closely, they would only take her for a clean-cut young man.
The Dragon Sparrow lay across the back of her waist. She only needed to reach behind her to grip the handle and draw the blade.
She was also carrying an automatic pistol, two grenades, and several slender Flying Daggers as thin as surgical knives.
All these things were hidden beneath a cloak. On top of that, she had deliberately smeared a few handfuls of ash over her face before entering the camp, so no one paid any particular attention to the stranger.
Yang Tao found a bar.
Bars were the easiest places to gather information in the wilderness. Sometimes, all one had to do was sit in a bar for a while to hear plenty of useful information from the loose-lipped drunkards.
This was experience Yang Hao had taught her. After leaving Qingmu City, Yang Tao had continued putting it into practice, and she had indeed gained many benefits from it.
By now, she had developed the habit of visiting a bar first whenever she arrived at a camp or base to gather information.
She pushed open the bar's door and walked in, immediately enveloped by a wave of heat.
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