The underground level was poorly lit and had a long passageway with a lot of adjoining rooms. The closed space made it such that the slightest noise below was magnified, so the trio could hear the sound of girls weeping, some perverted laughter and some militaristic orders.
Awl-guy whispered, "My name is Xu Qianhe. What's yours?"
Kong Xiang briefly debated whether or not to say his actual name. He decided to settle for a pseudonym.
"Just call me Silver Moon. It will do." Kong Xiang said in a low tone. He continued, "What's the plan?"
"Alright," Xu Qianhe began. "So, according to our intel, there are twenty-five brothel rooms here, each flanked by two guards. Then, there are also ten extra guards patrolling the passageway. Most of them are not at this intersection, but once we go further in, we will be rushed."
Kong Xiang said coldly, "The idea is to eliminate the guards and the patrons down here, right?"
"Right."
