The next day, just before dawn, Yin Minghong changed into gray-black clothes, tied a black sweat towel around his head, and bared his muscular chest. This was typical attire for dockworkers. Combined with his tall, burly build, a little grime smeared across his face made him indistinguishable from the peddlers and laborers on the streets.
His usual twin blades were packed in a case, making them look like woodworking tools or something similar. A martial artist who fought with weapons like Yin Minghong could never let his weapons leave his side. Besides, he was not going on an outing today. He was going to meet a vicious criminal.
Finally, Yin Minghong tied a strip of red cloth around his wrist. It was a signal for the meeting. Yin Yinyin had not insisted that Yin Minghong come in person; he could have sent an agent to reply in his place. In other words, he had made every effort to accommodate Yin Minghong.
They had agreed to meet at 8:30, at a landmark between the Outer City and the Inner City: Radiant Bell Tower.
Yin Minghong calculated how long the journey would take and did not leave until his pocket watch reached 8:08. The White Night Walkers hastily assembled over the past two days were already waiting at the destination. They were ordinary people from all walks of life. Their combat abilities varied, but their capacity to see and hear everything around them was not weak.
Yin Minghong and the others had no intention of capturing the traitor Yin Yinyin on the spot. It was not only because the meeting place was in the center of Profound Candle Prefecture, but also because Yin Yinyin was quite formidable and had the support of a Divine Weapon. Without a certain number of experts surrounding