In the early morning, as the first light of dawn shone, a blindfolded boy crouched behind a shrine in an abandoned Dragon King Temple by the lake. He leaned forward against the mottled and faded mural, where the images had faded beyond recognition and cleared his throat,
"Coo~ Coo Coo~ Coo~"
"What are you doing?"
Chen Xuantian's voice came from behind, and Chan Zi quickly climbed down.
"I'm giving you a signal. So how's it going, Fatty? I've finished my part, is everything smooth on your side?"
"If I hadn't sorted it out, would I be here to find you?"
Chen Xuantian rolled his eyes at him, but the eye he put back hadn't healed properly, and the corner of his eye hurt terribly, with blood flowing out in waves. He had to pull out the Jade Purification Bottle from his sleeve and apply some eye drops,
"Alright, call the people in to move the goods."
"Got it!"
Chan Zi enthusiastically pushed open the door and gestured with his hand,
"Brothers! Get to work!"
