Several days passed. Meng Zhao, Ning Baihe, and Yan Congke disguised themselves almost every night and went into Red Skull to investigate.
Duan Hong was placed in a small courtyard and supplied with secret medicine to restore his vitality and heal his injuries.
It was not until the sixth night after their discussion, beneath a starless, moonless sky shrouded in dark clouds, that they set out once more.
This time, Meng Zhao, Ning Baihe, Yan Congke, and Duan Hong moved out together.
Other than Duan Hong, who made a grand show of himself and did not conceal his appearance, Meng Zhao and the other two still changed their faces and assumed other identities.
The three entered Red Skull according to the usual procedure and headed toward the northern side territory of Baiyang Village, where Auntie Shen was based.
Duan Hong, meanwhile, went alone. Using an exceptionally superb lightness technique, he slipped silently inside under cover of night and arrived before the small courtyard Ning Baihe had located ahead of the other three.
This courtyard lay at the westernmost edge of Shen Residence. Right beside it stood a lavishly constructed hall, the gambling den Auntie Shen had built here.
The hall was brightly lit as though it were daytime. A faint fragrance permeated the air—an incense that refreshed the mind and stimulated the spirit. Its purpose was to squeeze every last coin from its visitors, even to drive them into bankruptcy.
In the martial world, one could be poor at the third watch and rich at the fifth; money never stayed in one's hands and vanished in the blink of an eye. Gambling dens were precisely the tools that swallowed gold.
After investigating, Duan Hong even discovered various structures built around the brightly lit hall in different positions. They formed a