Nan-tian Hezi stared blankly for a long time before whispering, "Give me paper and a pen."
Before long, Nan-tian Hezi had written down all the information she held regarding the members of her sleeper cell.
Qin Shuli took the papers and glanced over them. Good heavens, these little devils were truly deep-rooted. Some were peddlers wandering through the lanes, others collected night soil all day, and there was even one who sharpened knives and matched keys at the street corner—all occupations perfectly suited for gathering intelligence.
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