However, Yang Huaixi did not enter the tavern through the main door like an ordinary customer. Instead, he turned, signaled for Wang Jianguo to follow, and quickly hugged the outer wall to reach the back door.
The area near the back door was dimmer, lit only by a single flickering oil lamp hanging by the entrance. The wick popped from time to time, as if struggling to stave off the surrounding darkness.
Yang Huaixi knocked on the door with practiced familiarity, a rhythmic beat of alternating quick and slow taps. The door creaked open.
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