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Chapter 22: You will be executed on charges of espionage (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking donations!)

After a day of light mist, night fell over Dawn City.

After the busy period, there was a free-flowing release, and the streets were filled with swaying figures.

The dim lights in the drizzle seemed to be intoxicated, their oval white glows blurring and shimmering as they approached, and one could vaguely make out a few people tangled together in the distance.

"You... hiccup! Can you walk by yourself?"

"You bastard! Don't underestimate me! I won't get drunk no matter how much I drink! Hiccup!"

Under the streetlights, several workers were supporting each other, but none of them could stand steadily. They were swaying back and forth on the street, carrying bottles of liquor, and from a distance, it looked like they were performing some kind of strange dance.

Finally, the person who was shaking the most even hugged the streetlight with both hands and feet, rubbing his face against it while muttering drunkenly.

"Give me some wine! I... hiccup! I'm so happy today! I'll have a wife soon... hiccup!"

"Hahaha! This guy was so smug after winning the drinking contest, but now that he's off the stage, his true colors are showing, hahaha!" The others leaned against the streetlights, pointing at his ridiculous appearance and laughing heartily.

The dim light reflected on their flushed, drunken faces, and their hot breaths merged into a visible surge of heat that rose into the sky, even dispelling the chill of the rainy night with the wave of unrestrained desire.

But just as they were laughing and joking around...

"Ugh!" The man, who was holding a street lamp, stopped muttering in a daze and vomited.

One of them couldn't dodge in time and got vomit on him. He couldn't help but look down and curse, "That old bastard..."

"Shh!" The other person quickly covered his mouth, pointed to the black building in the distance, and whispered a reminder, "We've unknowingly walked to the front of the administration department. Lord Yun Chuan might still be working there."

Gah!

The group of people who had been laughing and cursing suddenly fell silent. The slight smell of alcohol on their breath was sobered up a bit, and they all looked up into the distance.

However, upon seeing the already darkened top floor of the building, his face darkened, and he angrily turned to look at the man who was laughing.

"How dare you joke about Lord Yun Chuan! Beat it up!"

"Wait! Wait a minute, what do we do with this old drunkard?"

Upon hearing this, the group turned around and saw that he had already started snoring and was muttering incomprehensible words.

"Wife... kiss..."

Seeing this, several black lines appeared on their faces. One of them sighed and said, "You guys go first. I drank the least today. I'll take him back."

"Alright, alright, I should have told him to drink less."

"Can you blame us? We don't know what got into him, drinking himself to death."

After a moment, two figures staggered into a small wooden house.

"Phew! You old bastard, you're as heavy as a pig!"

The man placed him on the bed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but mutter a complaint under his breath.

Standing by the bed, after a long silence, he asked in a low voice, "Was it worth it?"

But the man looked as drunk as if he were dead, as if he hadn't heard him at all. Instead, he was muttering someone's name, his slightly trembling eyelids glistening with tears.

crunch...

As the door was gradually closed, the light coming in from outside was blocked, and the room gradually fell into darkness.

The only sound in the small room was soft snoring, but after a while even the snoring stopped, until finally it fell into complete darkness and silence.

Only the noisy wind remained, gently tapping against the window, concealing everything.

In that dimly lit room, shadowy figures rose up and silently swept through the shadows.

"Coo coo...coo coo..."

The highest point in the entire Dawn City, on the bronze bell atop the administrative building.

Several white doves pecked at the raindrops on their feathers with their beaks, their dark red eyes reflecting the uninvited guests below.

Inside the administration building, the two people on duty chatted idly, but gradually their tone of voice softened and the frequency of their conversation decreased.

Soon, all that remained were vague and ambiguous responses from each other, like perfunctory replies born of extreme exhaustion.

The colorless and odorless mist evaporates from the air inlets of the ventilation system, and an inescapable drowsiness erodes their weak consciousness.

Click.

The administration building was quiet late at night, and the door opened silently a crack.

The dust on the ground was stirred up by the breeze from the door, and then a thick, dark shadow entered like a ghost, hovering upside down on the ceiling of the duty room like an owl, its form appearing and disappearing without making a sound.

The man wore a half-face mask that covered his mouth and ears, instantly reminding people of a red-faced, fanged bat.

He glanced up at the two people below, confirming they were completely fast asleep, then formed a hand seal and silently opened and closed his mouth, as if talking to himself:

"I've infiltrated. How's it going on your end? Are you ready to provide backup?"

A moment later, he heard a faint response.

"Yun Chuan Da... There's been no movement from Yun Chuan in the moonlit courtyard. He should be in evening training at this time..."

At this point, the voice on the other end suddenly stopped, causing the man's expression to tighten. Thinking something had happened, he quickly asked, "Sanlang! What's wrong?"

"...It's alright. Also, don't call me by my name, Bat."

The faint connection established between the two through their secret technique remained unbroken, and the man soon heard his companion's voice beside him: "That idiot brat who came today went to find Tsukimi Ryouka. You haven't been discovered yet, so hurry up and make your move."

Upon hearing this, the man breathed a sigh of relief, his heartbeat and breathing gradually subsided.

He had absolute confidence in his acting and infiltration abilities, as he had infiltrated countless dangerous and secret locations in this way, including the Daimyo's residence in the Land of Fire.

He stole Konoha's military strategic plans and sold them on the black market for a large sum of money for gambling.

Unfortunately, he gambled away all his money quickly, and people from Daming came looking for him.

However, the daimyo also saw this in him and wanted him to infiltrate various countries to obtain some intelligence.

His first test was this new regime—the City of Dawn.

Normally, this mission should be just as difficult as before, or even safer than the places we've infiltrated before.

But he had a vague sense of unease.

The impression Yuejianli Yunchuan gave him was that he was very approachable but also very resourceful. He was meticulous in his dealings with people and things, and was definitely not a simple person.

His infiltration went far too smoothly this time.

Even if that's how it was supposed to be...

"owl."

Thinking of this, the man subconsciously called out, just like before, hoping to hear "I'm here" when he felt insecure.

But no one answered him; only deathly silence responded.

tick...

In the deathly quiet duty room, even the faintest sounds seemed particularly heavy, as if they were as light as raindrops.

Without the slightest hesitation, the man placed his hand on the hilt of the knife on his side, turned around abruptly with a look of surprise and uncertainty, and searched for any possible enemies.

The next moment, a glint of cold light flashed, making his body tremble.

Almost instinctively, he turned his head away with a horrified expression.

He heard a sharp whistling wind whistling past his ears, and then warm, moist blood flowed from his cheeks to his jaw.

"Cough!" The man's face became asymmetrical. He covered his ears to try and suppress a scream, but the intense pain distorted his face.

He stared at it with a ferocious expression, but all he saw was a thin, short figure, as if emerging from the shadows.

Are you looking for him?

A childish yet chilling voice reached the man's ears, and under his horrified gaze, a round object was thrown at him.

It was clearly a man's head, with a black kunai piercing his temple.

Because it was a penetrating brain injury, the wound was tightly blocked, and the blood did not flow freely, but fell slowly drop by drop, pooling on the ground.

The sound of raindrops he had heard earlier was the sound of blood dripping.

And the owner of that head...

"Saburo..."

The man suddenly felt a moment of disorientation, and a chill crept up his spine to his neck.

Immediately, he saw the brat raise his hand and point it at him, holding a short knife with a clear, sharp blade.

"bat……"

He uttered the man's code name, then shook his head and said coldly, "No, I should call you Fog City."

"Now, you will be executed on charges of espionage."

Nagato's sword reflected the dusty face of the city.

But that familiar face was now filled with fear and horror.

(End of this chapter)