There was still a hint of insomnia in the air. Xiao Lin stared with his eyes open. Without Xia Xue by his side, it became particularly easy to be startled awake from sleep. Habits are indeed not a good thing. He wasn't someone who would develop dependency, so nostalgia, because of this habit and dependency, became profound.
In the underground city, there were only assassins, no employers, so the underground city is not a city operating below the surface. It must have its own intelligence organization system, but where are they? The strict division from employers is another form of protection for the assassin organization. Originally, he thought entering the underground city could bring new gains, but in fact, it wasn't that he gained nothing, but rather that he didn't obtain the information he desired.
Left foot first, followed closely by the right foot.
