The Qinghe Fang was lined with silk shops, with the splendor of Hangzhou silk and satin.
Sha Lifei and others swaggered into an impressive shop, the shopkeeper's face full of smiles.
Displaying the Jinyang Chamber of Commerce's token, Sha Lifei posed as a big merchant, seemingly casually inquiring about the bulk purchase of plain silk…
The gambling house by Zhong'an Bridge, the "Wind Trust Shop" deep in Hai'er Lane…
The group didn't have time to waste, so they collected intelligence openly, without any concealment.
As for Lv San, he sat cross-legged at the Half Mountain Pavilion on Wu Mountain.
He performed a mantra and recited spells, uttering strange syllables incomprehensible to ordinary people.
The city's snakes, insects, rats, sparrows under the eaves, and even night herons from Liu Lang Wen Ying became his eyes and ears.
He directed these small creatures to search the city's secluded corners and abandoned estates, looking for suspicious spots.
