Clang! Clang! Clang!
"The night is dry, be careful of fire hazards."
The watchman walked down the pitch-black street, beating his gong as he went and shouting.
As the watchman passed by, seven or eight men in short shirts emerged from the shadows of the street.
"Hall Master, this is the place. That boy should be among them. I've been watching his yard; the lights went out, and he hasn't opened the door since." The short, wretched man whispered to the Hall Master ahead.
The Hall Master was dressed in a black training outfit, with bandages wrapped around his feet. He held a cold iron machete in his hand, his expression calm.
Looking from a distance at the door of Lin Yuan's small courtyard, the Hall Master said, "Stay alert. This person's skills are not weak; don't let him escape."
