Mirai followed Hatake Sakumo with a stern face, cursing him countless times in his heart.
The two arrived at a public restroom. Hatake Sakumo took out a small slip of paper, glanced at it, then ground it into powder.
"Looks like it's here. There should be a hidden door. Find it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hatake Sakumo walked inside.
Mirai's eye twitched. Why was the entrance to an underground marketplace inside a public restroom?
Weren't they afraid the toilet would leak? What if some shit fell down?
"Forget it, whatever." Dong Ge took a deep breath and walked in with an inquisitive heart.
Before long, Hatake Sakumo found the hidden door.
The two passed through a long passage that sloped downward.
The vertical drop exceeded ten meters. It spiraled round and round until Mirai nearly felt dizzy.
At last, a wooden door wide enough for one person appeared.
Voices drifted out from inside. This was clearly the trading hall.
Creak!
White Fang pushed open the door and entered, with Mirai close behind.
A heavy stench of blood hit Mirai's nose—not the smell of actual blood.
Rather, it was the scent carried by people who licked blood from their blades year-round.
People secretly watched Hatake Sakumo and Dong Song, while Dong Song narrowed his eyes and looked around as well.
Hatake Sakumo's steps were steady, as though the surrounding gazes did not exist.
"I'm here to buy intelligence," Hatake Sakumo said calmly by the window.
The receptionist smiled and gestured in a certain direction.
A plain-faced blue-haired man immediately emerged and motioned for Hatake Sakumo and Dong Song to follow him.
Intelligence was a resource that could not be discussed openly in the hall.
The three arrived in a VIP room. The blue-haired man pointed at the sofa, and