"Indeed, the heretics' strength in this stronghold is not strong...There's no need to remind them. Let them make their own plans and gain some practical experience."
Aaron moved around within the Black Sun stronghold, already having a clear understanding of the strength of the Black Sun cultists inside. He decided to stand by and watch the show.
...
On the following day:
Diat, Wutong Wood Street.
A damaged rusty signboard fell to the side, and the breeze blew, rolling up discarded old newspapers.
Red-haired Rem was carrying out his investigation task in boredom when his eyes suddenly lit up.
He saw a girl around fourteen or fifteen years old, carrying a bag of food, entering a building.
"Is that Lin? Although she has grown taller, I can't mistake that face."
Rem didn't expect to encounter one of the cult's fugitives, and excitement appeared on his face.
