Three masked figures moved the tombstone and sneaked into the dark passage below.
As an assassin, Tisen was moving down the stairs step by step silently.
"These damn evil demons! Why don't they let go of a torch? It's so dark that I can't see anything!"
Tisen complained that these evil demons were all stinky bugs. They could only survive in this kind of dirty water, and they, the low-level members of the Redemption Rose Organization, could only do these most useless tasks.
"That's enough, Tisen. Your voice is too loud. If the evil demons in front of you hear it, your sneaking will be meaningless."
The woman with a white mask said discontentedly. Locke could tell that she had been extremely patient with Tisen's bullshit.
Hearing her words, Tisen shut his mouth. After all, he didn't want to upset these colleagues. Otherwise, they would suddenly stab him in the back. That would be bad.