Dark Sea Organization
The warship headed toward the abandoned warehouse in the north. It was not moving slowly, and before long, it neared its destination.
Lin Taichu first had the warship stop at a distance. He and Aron, along with several elite guards, quietly made their way toward the warehouse.
Still dozens of meters from the warehouse, Lin Taichu sensed something was wrong—although the warehouse had been abandoned, there should normally have been a few seabirds or small creatures moving around nearby. Yet now, there was not the slightest sound. The silence was terrifying.
He gave Aron a look, and the group slowed their pace, inching closer to the warehouse doors.
The warehouse doors were made of iron and had presumably been locked before, but the lock had now been pried open and hung crookedly from the door. Lin Taichu pushed it open. The inside was pitch-black, so he took out a flint from his robe and lit the torch he had brought.
As soon as the firelight came on, the scene inside became clear—some old wooden planks and iron frames were scattered across the floor, along with several empty iron cages. All the locks on the cages had been opened. Clearly, the ferocious beasts once held here had already been moved away.
Aron walked in, crouched down, and touched the dust on the ground. Frowning, he said, "The dust is not very thick. From the looks of it, they left less than a day ago."
He looked around some more and found several overturned oil barrels in a corner, as well as scraps of unburned black fabric. "This fabric is the same material as the clothes those black-market people wore before. It must have been left by the Dark Sea Organization."
Lin Taichu walked over to an empty cage