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Night lay like ink, staining Heaven Dou City, the Imperial Capital.
Sparse starlight shone overhead. A cold wind swept through the empty streets and alleys, stirring a few dead leaves.
Not long after the lights in Chen Xiaojun's courtyard went out, three nimble figures converged outside the Intelligence Department's stronghold like prowling cats.
An Mingyuan, Qiu Qingquan, and Yuan Run-the Earth Listening Three Friends-had changed into dark combat attire suited for movement, with family-made short blades and climbing ropes hanging at their waists.
Before long, a tall, lean man materialized soundlessly, seeming to blend into the shadows. It was Mo Yu Zheng, the intelligence steward.
His black shadow Martial Soul granted him an innate ability to conceal himself. The light around him twisted faintly, as though a flowing veil of black gauze cloaked his body.
"Uncle Yu Zheng." The three bowed respectfully.
Mo Yu Zheng nodded slightly and said quietly, "We must handle the Young Master's instructions with care. That place has just been washed in blood. What remains may be dangerous, but it may also hold clues. Follow me. Watch closely, speak little, and obey orders."
His words were brief and to the point. He slipped into the deeper darkness first.
The three exchanged glances, suppressed the excitement of their first mission, and followed close behind. Qiu Qingquan's steps were the lightest and quietest.
Their destination was the Blood Desire Cult's Slaughterhouse stronghold in the southeastern Huarun District (District 44), which had been purged the previous day.
Seen from afar, the Slaughterhouse's broken outline resembled a giant beast crouching in the night.
The air reeked of blood and charred remains, odors distinctly perceptible even