"What's the boss on about now? Twenty-four-hour patrols? Isn't he just trying to run us ragged?"
"Who knows? Maybe he's made a new enemy?"
"An enemy? What enemy would dare come here? Besides, with the iron doors and windows shut, this inner courtyard is a fortress. Not even a mosquito could get in! What's there to fear?"
"Good point."
A few of Ba Song's men, slinging rifles over their shoulders, chatted as they patrolled the estate. They were completely oblivious to a black line, as thin as a hair, slithering past their feet.
This inner courtyard, the one they claimed not even a mosquito could fly into, had already been infiltrated by the Shadow under Guan Tong's control.
Their so-called "fortress" was a joke in the face of the Shadow's infiltration abilities. After all, it had silently slipped into the Qingmei Association's Yongzhou Base; what was a minor warlord's estate in comparison?
