Behind her, her two trusted aides were confused when they saw her changing direction. But immediately, they understood her plan.
They increased their speed, hoping to close the distance between them.
They passed through a narrow alley, a shortcut to reach their hideout as soon as possible. The alley was quiet, with tall mud walls pressing on both sides.
Old beast bones were stacked near the corners.
A few closed doors trembled faintly as the people inside heard their hurried footsteps and dared not look out.
A few minutes later, the Slave Trade Guild Captain arrived near their guild hideout. Her speed had slowed down, and her expression was unsightly.
Thump! Thump!
Her heart pounded heavily against her chest, and all the hair on her body stood on end.
Her instinct screamed that something was not right.
'Do not tell me the hideout has been attacked also.' She found it hard to believe.
Who would be strong enough to attack their hideout?
