Shen Liancheng never dreamed that after Lin Bei stepped down, he could still mobilize troops from the war department.
What's more terrifying is that he, a man who worked in intelligence, knew absolutely nothing about the people who had suddenly infiltrated Fragrant City.
Looking at these well-trained war department personnel, Shen Liancheng's brows furrowed tightly.
His subordinates were all idle society members, at best there were mercenaries stationed in their lair, how could they possibly win over the ever-victorious Northern Territory Army?
The more he thought about it, the less confident he became, so Shen Liancheng waved his hand and led his men away.
Five minutes later, his convoy entered an abandoned temple.
Behind the temple, there was a secret tunnel.
The underground gambling den was his lair; it was impossible not to have made emergency plans.
Thus, not far from the unfinished building, he had long since secretly dug a tunnel behind the temple.
