Luocheng City at night was like a huge chessboard, with straight flagstone paths that divided the buildings into neat and orderly rows and columns of twenty-one.
The spies, dressed in black with waist knives in hand,
were like black chess pieces, moving along different paths toward their assigned destinations.
From the sky, the silent web of spies resembled a black dragon, coiling across the chessboard.
On the quiet street of Xinglong Village, West Wind, wearing a newly carved dragon mask, walked at the forefront, with Chen Ji and Jin Zhu wearing masks side by side.
Behind them, two spies arranged by Jin Zhu constantly shadowed Chen Ji, blocking any potential escape routes.
As they walked, Chen Ji suddenly stopped and turned around.
In an instant, the two spies drew their waist knives halfway, their eyes coldly fixed on him.
