Qiao Na's words left everyone present sunk in silence.
Just as everyone was still considering what to do next,
there came a sudden knock at the door.
"Come in!"
At Old Black Tortoise's call,
a young man pushed open the door and walked in.
He was also holding a letter in his hand.
The envelope had clearly already been opened.
This indicated that someone had already read its contents.
But in this day and age, who still wrote letters?
It inevitably made everyone present extremely curious.
"Instructor, we just found this in the mailbox outside. Please take a look."
The middle-aged man took the envelope and saw that there was no writing on it.
He casually pulled out the letter inside.
Upon seeing what was written on the paper, his sharp brows immediately furrowed.
"Did you check the surveillance footage?
Did you get a clear look at the person who delivered it?"
The young man shook his head with a bitter smile.
"In a place like this, even without deliberately concealing themselves,
ordinary people are wrapped up so tightly that you can't make out what they look like."
"You all take a look."
Old Black Tortoise naturally knew how thickly people dressed when going outside here.
He had only asked out of a faint hope.
Once he learned they could not start with the letter carrier, he abandoned that line of thought.
He then passed the letter's contents to the others.
After everyone had clearly read what was written in the letter, Xu Hang was still the first to speak.
"Isn't this too much of a coincidence?
We were just about to look for Vermilion Bird's whereabouts, and someone immediately sent us a tip?
Could this coincidence be a smokescreen planted by our opponents?
Is their goal to make us