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Three hours had passed since the Five-star Hotel was locked down.
On the bustling city streets, rickshaws came and went, and the pitch-black night, coupled with the heavily guarded army troops, couldn't completely halt the enthusiasm of revelry, as faint streetlights illuminated the closely-packed buildings.
A figure hid beside a small vendor's stall not far from the city gates, looking at the formidable wall and frowning slightly.
It was indeed an impenetrable bulwark—the city gates and the walls were built so tough and smooth that there was no possibility to climb from any side.
What's more, there were plenty of guards both inside and outside the city; on his way here, he had already encountered numerous soldiers violently searching every house.
Just then, another shadow silently ran past from around the corner of an alley.
The aide-de-camp alertly looked in that direction.