Zhou Fan and the others split into three teams, each heading in a different direction.
But they failed to notice a pair of crimson, slit-pupiled eyes watching them from a dark corner behind them.
Seeing them split up, the watcher immediately reported to the person on the other end of the phone.
"Lord Raymond, the prey has taken the bait. They're from Xinghai University. They've entered the city and split into three groups, but I don't know what they're planning."
"Good. Come back. The feast is about to begin," a sinister voice said over the phone.
"Yes, sir!"
The watcher's figure vanished silently into the darkness.
Meanwhile, in a basement somewhere.
A pair of bloodthirsty, slit-pupiled eyes lit up in the darkness.
"At last."
"Xinghai University... You killed so many of us last time. It's time you paid the price."
"Not one of them will make it back alive!"
The streets of Ashen City formed a tangled maze, like a giant spiderweb. Anyone unfamiliar with the city could easily lose their way if they weren't careful.
Zhou Fan strolled leisurely down the street.
His gaze wandered casually over the shops and pedestrians on either side.
To gather intelligence on the Thunderclap Society, he would have to question the people here.
But he couldn't be too obvious about it. If the Thunderclap Society caught wind of his inquiries, he might alert them.
Still, he already had a plan for gathering information-find people alone on the streets and interrogate them directly with the Sharingan's Genjutsu!
His first target was someone in a narrow alley.
Zhou Fan walked over and patted him on the shoulder with a smile. "Hey, buddy."
"Who are you? Do I know you?" The man looked wary.
In Ashen City, anyone would be wary if a stranger suddenly