In the middle of his trek, Si Yelin felt a chill on his back again. Subconsciously, he tightened the buttons on his shirt. Was it normal to feel a cold wind in this weather?
Why did it seem so chilly?
Poor Si Yelin, he was clueless that a vengeful queen was keeping an eye on him.
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"Five, four, three, two, one..."
As the countdown ended, gunshots suddenly erupted within the Dynasty.
Si Limo had already left this booth. Hearing the continual gunshots, all the men and women who had been partying wildly screamed and crouched on the floor, plunging the area into chaos.
Qiu, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, had been having a covert conversation with a few key smugglers in a secret room. The sudden gunfire caused his face to change dramatically.
"There's trouble, retreat now!"
Qiu had prepped a decoy and sent out spies to scrutinize the area for any sign of the military. To his surprise, trouble had ensued anyway.