82, silencing

"Manager of Li Ji's Clothing Store saw a group of Jianghu martial artists running out of Hongyi Lane last night?"

"Yes, my lord, those four Jianghu characters were in quite a hurry and looked very suspicious."

The snow in Luocheng City had not yet melted.

The cold wind swept over the ground, howling as it went, causing the flickering torches to swing and light up the hands of the Spies as they suddenly gripped the hilts of their waist knives, as well as the white breath they exhaled under their bamboo hats, like hungry wild beasts sighting a new prey.

The Spies instinctively turned to Chen Ji, waiting for him to make a decision.

Chen Ji, his face covered with gray cloth, bowed his head in thought.