After the middle-aged man tremblingly wrote down the address, the men sent by Zhao Tianyi led Moyuan and Duan Siyou toward the cell where the second wave of assassins was being held.
The passage leading to the deeper dungeons grew increasingly damp and musty. The torches on the walls flickered erratically, as if they might go out at any moment, adding an air of mystery and tension to the impending meeting.
Through the cold iron bars, Moyuan gazed at the stern-looking assassin inside.
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