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Chapter 4008: 4.1608 Suspicion

The assailant's fierce claw attack genuinely seemed intended to tear the little girl apart.

However, Qiao Mu was no ordinary person; she wouldn't be easily ripped open.

She extended her fist, transforming it into a finger, and a bolt of Blue Spirit Purifying Fire shot without hesitation towards the assailant's arm.

"Hiss!" The masked person, covering their face, retracted their arm, swiftly extinguishing the Blue Spirit Purifying Fire with their five fingers. Then, with extremely rapid movements, they kicked open the door to an adjacent side room.

"Ah!!!" The two unlucky souls whose room door had already been kicked open once were startled again.

They huddled together, shivering and kneeling on the bed in distorted poses.

The masked person whizzed past their bedside, flipped out the window, and leapt down, their figure quickly vanishing into the twilight.

Qiao Mu looked puzzled, lowered her head to look at her small hands, and blinked thoughtfully.

That person had clearly intended to kill her at first, but the moment she turned around and faced them, they immediately retreated. Why?

Could it be that this person also recognized her?

The little one had a bewildered expression. She casually closed the door for the two unfortunate individuals and waved her little paws, "Carry on!"

"Carry on your sister!" After being interrupted twice in a row, who could possibly carry on?

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but spit at her.

Qiao Mu knocked on the second room door, leaned in to listen, and finding no movement inside, she pushed the door open and darted in.

She rummaged through the room, searching vigorously.

This side room looked very ordinary, just like a regular guest room. At a glance, apart from a screen and a bed, there was only a simple storage shelf in the corner, holding some scattered books and small trinkets.

Qiao Mu searched for a long time without finding anything, so she slipped out of the side room.

She searched through four or five side rooms on the second floor, finally reaching the innermost part of the hallway and entering an elegantly decorated and luxurious side room.

The little one wiped her sweat and sat down by the table, secretly cursing the cunning owner of this male brothel.

She had searched through several rooms without finding anything, which simply didn't make sense.

As she saw it, this peculiar male brothel should definitely be hiding something.

Now that she thought about it carefully, back on Skyspring Star, it was very strange when Ye Lingmin led her to that establishment that night.

Ye Lingmin had also said then that the entire flower district had underground bases belonging to Geng Pengcheng, the Prefect of Shuntian Prefecture.

But were those truly Geng Pengcheng's underground bases? Or were they the stronghold of the Heavenly Fate faction behind him?

Ever since she arranged for Dun Zhu to remain in Shuntian Prefecture, the people of Heavenly Fate had never appeared to contact him again.

This indicated that Dun Zhu's identity must have been exposed.

However, the Heavenly Fate faction now clearly had their full attention on the Upper Three Provinces and would definitely not spare any effort to deal with Dun Zhu in Shuntian Prefecture.

If there was no background whatsoever, who would have the leisure and resources to open a male brothel in the Upper Three Provinces?

With such immense wealth and power, why not do something else beneficial, instead of continuing to open male brothels in Shenzhou?

Could it be a strange stronghold?

Under the jurisdiction of Heavenly Fate...

The more the little girl thought about it, the more suspicious she became, surveying the room.

This place probably had secret passages, right?

The little one stood up, continued to search through every nook and cranny, tapping on the floor and bed, hoping to find a secret passage.

After searching for a long time, she found nothing and only tired herself out.

The little person massaged her lower back, looked up with a speechless expression, and, propping her chin, squatted by the table, pondering something.