Deep into the night, the world was silent, with only the cold light of the moon spilling from the sky. Leitao and his companions returned to the inn, their bodies heavy with exhaustion. After exchanging brief greetings with his team, Leitao hurried into his room, gently closed the door, and slid the bolt home, shutting out the clamor of the outside world.
He stepped quickly toward the corner of the room, his eyes sharp with caution. After surveying his surroundings and confirming he was alone, he retrieved two suitcases from the mysterious Bagua Spinning Top Space and placed them on the table. He then took out ten Thompson submachine guns, ten M1911 pistol magazines, and a quantity of ammunition, arranging them neatly inside one of the cases. After a moment's pause, he reached into the Bagua Spinning Top Space again to pull out a stash of silver dollars, British pounds, and US dollars, which he placed into the second case before clicking the lids shut.
Leitao took a deep breath, lifted both cases with steady hands, and crept out of the room. The inn’s hallway was quiet, the silence punctuated only by the occasional faint chirping of insects. He moved hunched over, his steps light and his eyes scanning the area vigilantly. Just as he approached the end of the corridor, he caught a glimpse of a dark figure flashing past the stairwell. His heart tightened, and he stopped instantly, holding his breath. He quickly set the cases down against the wall, his right hand slipping towa…
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