Lai Zhirui defected on the twenty-first night.
The moon was bright in the sky, and Zhao Rong went to the Red Wolf Gang to find Shang Yukang, who had not yet gone to bed. They stepped into the courtyard together.
It was silent all around at this time. Zhao Rong pricked up his ears to listen to the surroundings, then looked at the cups and dishes arranged on the stone table in the courtyard.
"Elder brother, please."
The evening breeze was gentle, and the sound of water tinkling at the turn of the bridge in the courtyard was light. Zhao Rong sat down, picked up a cup, and needed not to pour the wine, as the moonlight had already filled it.
"Shang, have there been any moves within your gang these past few days?"
"Yes," Shang Yukang said with hidden coldness beneath his tone. He pointed to the sky, "Quite a few pigeons flew out, presumably sending messages to Sha Corner Island."
"I have arranged everything within the gang. When do we act?"
"In three days."
