A minute later, the door of the " Shuntian cloth shop " opened with a creak. Xia Pingan walked out of the shop and closed the door. With a calm expression, he held up the oil-paper umbrella and stepped on the puddles on the road in the drizzling rain, continuing to walk toward the building of Duke Zhou.
The Shuntian textile workshop was completely silent. The ordinary workers were all sleeping soundly, deep in their dreams. As for the "special personnel" hidden in the workshop, they were all beheaded. They had all died very peacefully, without any disturbance. Many of them had died before they even knew what had happened.
The two people in the secret chamber were also dead. The boss of the workshop was still sitting on the chair, but his head was missing. His head was held in his arms. The disguise on his head had disappeared, revealing another shocked face. The boss of the workshop was Beitang wangshan, who was wanted by the great Shang.
