The Golden Generation of Douluo Continent, starting with the inheritance of the Flame Emperor.

Horn spread out a hand-drawn map of Xorra and pointed to a dense cluster of shantytowns and warehouses in the dock area.

"This is the place. This area is very chaotic. It's inhabited by the lowest-class laborers, fugitives, and outlaws."

There is a gang called Water Rats that controls a local gang. They are ruthless and only care about money.

"Our branch hall is short-handed, and a forced entry to search would cause too much disturbance. Moreover, we cannot be sure if Blood Bat is still inside, or if he has any accomplices. Therefore, we dare not act rashly."

Resack stared at the map, pointing to the warehouse area. "Is there any more detailed information? Like the surrounding environment of the warehouses, the distribution range of the Water Rats' forces, and whether the leader could possibly have been bribed?"

Horn shook his head: "The warehouse is number seventeen, it's by the river, and the back window faces the sewage river, making it easy to escape."

The leader of the Water Rats, nicknamed Iron Hook, is a Soul Master of over level 40. He is cunning and only cares about money and fists.

We tried to contact him, but he quoted a high price and didn't guarantee the accuracy of the information, clearly indicating he didn't want to get involved.

Yan listened quietly, glancing at Horn from time to time as he pondered.

The Water Rat gang has no credibility whatsoever. If they just want some money, that would be acceptable, but I'm afraid they're trying to please both sides and have already leaked the Spirit Hall's information to the Blood Bat.

The attitude of that iron hook speaks volumes.

"How many people can your branch temple send out?" Resak asked.

"At most, we can send out two Soul Masters and six Great Soul Masters, and we must operate covertly, otherwise we might alert the enemy and trigger a conflict with the local forces," Horn said with a wry smile.

"Otherwise, if we arouse Maurice's suspicion, he might escape, and all our efforts will be in vain."

Resak pondered for a moment, then looked at Yan: "What do you think?"

Yan raised his head: "There's no time to lose. I think we should act as soon as possible. If possible, we should sneak over to Morris's hiding place tonight."

"Too risky!" Horn immediately objected.

"I've said before that the situation there is complicated, with many informants from all sides. If we just sneak over there without any preparation, we're very likely to alert them."

Of course, if Lord Resac decides to intervene, Maurice will have no chance of escaping unscathed.

Resack shook his head: "I've said it before, this time I'm just an overseer, I can't intervene."

Horn was somewhat disappointed, but he had no choice but to accept it. He looked at Yan and said, "It would be best to wait two more days until our informant confirms Morris's location."

Then, our branch's Soul Masters will cooperate to eliminate Maurice; only in this way can we be absolutely certain of success.

"Nothing is foolproof. I even suspect that the Water Rat had already informed Morris of the branch hall's Soul Master's actions."

At this point, Yan didn't want to waste any more time: "Tell me the approximate location of Morris. I will go find him myself tonight. I don't need the branch hall's cooperation."

"What?" Horn instinctively felt like getting angry, wanting to rebuke Yan for his ignorance and arrogance.

Yan's words were practically telling Horn that he didn't think the branch hall could offer him much help at all.

However, after glancing at Resack, Horn suppressed his anger: "Are you sure you want to go alone?"

"certainly."

Yan nodded.

Horn then looked at Resack.

Resack gave Yan a deep look, and finally nodded: "Horn, tell him everything you know about Warehouse Seventeen."

Seeing that Resack had made his decision, Horn no longer objected. He gathered all the information Yan needed and thoughtfully prepared a set of clothes that suited the local people's lifestyle.

Late at night, in the dock area of ​​Xorla City.

The sewage river emitted a pungent odor, and under the dim light, dilapidated wooden houses and mountains of shipping containers formed distorted shadows.

Having changed into local clothes and applied a little makeup, Yan was silently blending into the darkness.

Following the information provided by Horn, he avoided several obvious sentries and used the shadows of the goods and buildings to approach Warehouse No. 17 by the river like a ghost.

The warehouse was large, an old-style brick and wood structure with mottled walls and broken windows; only the back wall near the riverbank was relatively intact.

Yan did not approach through the front door or side window, but instead went around to the back of the warehouse, which was right next to the murky river and was rarely noticed.

He stood against the wall like a gecko, listening intently.

The warehouse was deathly silent, but Yan's extraordinary senses detected a faint, lifeless aura and a barely perceptible smell of blood.

It was very faint, masked by the stench of the river and the musty smell of the warehouse itself, but it couldn't fool him.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and with a swift movement, he swept up to a broken ventilation opening on the back wall of the warehouse like a wisp of smoke, silently slipping inside and landing in the shadow of the piled-up goods.

The warehouse was empty and cluttered, filled with dusty, broken boxes and miscellaneous items.

Moonlight peeked through the broken roof and windows, preventing the warehouse from being completely shrouded in darkness.

Yan carefully concealed his soul power fluctuations and his own presence, moving cautiously and subtly within the warehouse.

The mental energy in his mind spread like a tide.

His mental strength had become extremely powerful and of a very high rank over the past three years. Unless it was exposed, even a titled Douluo would have difficulty detecting it.

As the supervisor of this battle, Resac naturally remained hidden in the shadows, but Yan was confident that he would not notice anything amiss under Yan's deliberate manipulation.

Yan carefully searched through the warehouse and finally noticed something was wrong deep inside.

Deep inside the warehouse, behind a pile of seemingly randomly stacked, dust-covered, dilapidated wooden crates, the patterns on the ground, under Yan's meticulous scanning with his spiritual power, revealed some gaps that were noticeably wider than those in the rest of the warehouse.

If it weren't for his extremely high level of mental strength and deliberate probing, it would be almost impossible to detect.

Beneath the cracks, faint, suppressed fluctuations of blood and chilling soul power seeped out.

"This is it!"

Yan narrowed his eyes, concealing his aura to almost nothing, and quietly approached the ground.

He crouched down and groped around for a while, then found an iron hook hidden in a crevice. He pulled it open, and the entrance to an underground passage, about half a meter square, was revealed in front of Yan.

The strong, pungent smell of blood immediately filled the air.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yan darted in like a raccoon.

Below was a small basement with damp walls and a floor covered with dry grass. In the center, on a simple stone platform, were some food and household items that had not yet been put away.

However, there was no trace of Morris. Yan frowned slightly. He had clearly felt a cold fluctuation of soul power just now, so how could the person have disappeared into thin air?

Just as Yan was about to mobilize his spiritual power again, a dark shadow wrapped in dazzling blood light suddenly burst forth from an inconspicuous pile of miscellaneous items on one side of the basement, and a chilling killing intent locked onto Yan in an instant.