A clear and bright moon shone down on Dongyi, forming layers of shadows on the endless buildings. The light was not very brilliant. Combined with the slightly salty sea wind wafting across the harbor, it filled the air with an alluring scent. It was as if someone had thrown a dried salted plum into a glass of clear Wu Liangye. It floated in the clear glass, hiding the burning killing intent dangerously under the light fragrance.
The back door of a two-story private residence opened slightly. Two human shadows stacked on top of each other passed through the door. Immediately, the people behind the door shut it tightly. At the same time, a secret signal came from outside the residence to signal safety so no one followed.
