The monthly auction had ended, and the crowd dispersed.
Under the cover of night, there was little noise.
Sea Dog watched Zi Di and her companions board the carriage but did not follow. Instead, he quickly walked in another direction.
Soon after, he turned several street corners and, at a secluded spot, knocked on the door of a house.
The door did not open, and the house remained silent.
Sea Dog smirked, pulling out a token from the pocket of his undershirt. He held the token up to the door, shook it slightly, and quickly put it away.
The next moment, the door quietly opened.
Sea Dog pushed the door open, then immediately closed it behind him.
Behind the door was an elderly man holding an oil lamp.
The house was dark, and the light from the oil lamp was so faint it couldn't fully illuminate the old man's form.
"Spy 708, come with me to the room," the old man, squinting his eyes and scrutinizing Sea Dog for a moment, then slowly turned around.
Sea Dog had two identities.