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With the beggar's knocking...

The noisy North City Gate fell into a seemingly frozen two-second silence, only to plunge back into the chaos immediately afterward.

The sounds of vendors hawking and beggars pleading were incessant.

However, these minute changes failed to attract the attention of the crowd.

The city gate was crowded with people struggling to enter the city.

The stationed guards were keeping order while grumbling and swearing.

Split among the crowd were five people who managed to enter the city one after another.

Under the watchful eyes of many.

The five people gathered at a nearby stall.

The stall owner, a middle-aged man dressed shabbily, glanced at the five and nodded slightly, "All present?"

The five who entered the city one after another recognized each other.

They looked at each other and nodded in response.

The middle-aged stall owner glanced around before continuing, "Something's off today. So many merchants have suddenly shown up at the North gate. Let's take a detour."

He had a feeling.

Today, the North gate had seen many unfamiliar faces.

He had no idea if this had anything to do with their task, but it felt abnormal.

Rolling up the food spread out on his mat, he picked it up and started to move further into the city.

The five followed behind him silently.

...

"Ha~!" The guard stationed at the city gate yawned out of boredom.

He subconsciously cast a look back.

And was slightly taken aback.

His companion, observing him stare behind, also followed his gaze but found nothing unusual, "What is it? Checking out a woman?"

Coming back to reality, the guard frowned, "Why has it suddenly become so quiet?"

His companion also looked back.

Indeed, the location which was bustling just moments ago.

The stalls were packed up and the beggars were nowhere to be seen.

It had suddenly become eerily quiet.

"Who cares! It's better that the clamoring crowd has left. Too many people cause trouble."

"True."

...

Inside the room.

Rebecca, Fang Hao, and other heroes were all silently waiting.

Everyone was gathered in the room.

It was as silent as death.

Fang Hao would glance at the gold watch on his wrist from time to time, calculating the time until the city gates were to be closed.

Rebecca at his side seemed even more tense.

Her fingers were tightly clasped, with her knuckles turning white from the pressure.

If no information came before the city gate was closed, Fang Hao would have to implement his previous plan.

He would have to kill Groot directly, silencing him once and for all.

The room was eerily silent, everyone quietly waiting.

After some time had passed.

The guard's voice came from outside the door.

Soon, the door was knocked, "Sir, there's news from the North City Gate."

The intense silence in the room seemed to be broken by this news.

"Come in."

The door opened, and a Lionheart Knight, disguised as a small vendor, strode in.

After he slightly bowed, he opened his mouth to say, "Sir, we found the people from the portraits at the North City Gate. There are a total of five people, led by a man dressed as a peddler. They are heading towards the city center. Our men are tracking them."

Fang Hao immediately stood up, "Let's go. Take me there."

"Yes, sir."

Fang Hao led the others straight out of the room.

...

Residential area in the northern part of the city.

Inside an inconspicuous civilian residence.

With a list in his hand, Sander began to verify the identities of the five people before him.

Though he did not know who these people were.

And why they had to sneak into the city.

But based on their demeanor and appearance, they were clearly not ordinary civilians but more akin to nobility.

Add to that, these five people were guests of his master.

He acted very humbly, not daring to display his typical thuggish superior attitude.

Cough cough!!

Clearing his throat lightly, Sander managed to show a smile.

He said, "Gentlemen, I have prepared clothes for you. Change into these clothes. Outside, there is a carriage waiting to take you to the master's place."

The five didn't say much.

Each of them started changing into the clothes prepared by Sander.

Just as the five had changed their clothes and were about to follow Sander out.

The curses of Sander's underling were suddenly heard from outside.

"You folks there, what's your business here? Move aside."

Recently, Sander had suffered a heavy loss.

So he had recruited a new group of people.

But these people were far inferior to the previous mercenaries and could at best pass for local hooligans.

Hearing the cursing outside, Sander stopped in his tracks.

The other five also were alert and stopped as well.

Then, they heard a series of dull thudding sounds from outside.

Sander's face changed. He recognized that sound too well; it was the sound of a blade penetrating flesh.

He knew that something was wrong.

Moreover, the other party seemed determined to kill them, otherwise, who would dare to kill people in Silver Wing City.

Creak!!

Just as he pulled out the dagger from his waist, the door was already pushed open.

Several figures entered one by one, dragging their fallen prey into the room.

These people were all dressed differently - some like street vendors, some scruffy like beggars.

But Sander didn't recognize any of them.
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He was also sure that none of them were his enemies.

"Brothers, could there be some misunderstanding here? I understand the rules. I will give you money, just spare us."

Speaking, Sander threw his weapon to one side.

From under the bed, he pulled a wooden box. Carefully he managed to open the lid, revealing the luminescent gold coins inside.

Though it was a small box.

For an ordinary civilian or even some petty nobles in the city.

It was a considerable amount of money.

However, the men didn't even glance at the box, their gaze still remained on the six people.