"Jing An, Marquis, is here?"
Tuso's words startled the two people in the basement.
"How did he find this place?"
Ruun looked puzzled.
Not even the people who traded with them knew about this basement. It was one of their most concealed bases.
"I don't know, but this is what fate has guided me to."
Tuso's expression shifted unpredictably. "Take all the manuals. Destroy the radio!"
He quickly made his decision and decisively abandoned the base.
"My lord, where are we going?"
Ruun asked in surprise.
"We've already obtained what we wanted. We'll leave Lanling City tonight!"
Tuso rose and tucked the manuals in his hands into his robes.
The three of them soon erased every trace and left the basement.
Ruun and the other person each carried a briefcase containing some of the manuals.
Tuso carried the two most important manuals on him: the inheritance of a top-tier Dao foundation and its matching peerless martial art.
The three emerged from an alley. They had all disguised themselves—their hair, skin, and pupils were different colors. They no longer looked like Westerners, but like genuine citizens of the Great Blue Dynasty.
They had barely gone a few steps when Tuso suddenly stopped.
"My lord?"
"I was an idiot!"
Tuso's face was full of regret.
"What is it?"
Ruun did not quite understand.
"We shouldn't have come out."
Tuso sighed.
Ruun froze, then immediately understood.
It was already deep night. Lanling City had a curfew, so there were no pedestrians in the streets.
The three of them walking through the streets at such a time naturally stood out.
"Then we—"
Ruun was about to speak.
Tuso shook his head. "It's too late."
The next second, Ruun's expression changed. He abruptly turned and looked toward the other end of the street.
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