"Let's go back. The Six Doors should get the news soon."
Watching Zuo Duanshou emerge like a ghost from behind a tree, Chen Ping casually tossed aside his straw hat and drab gray clothes, said in a low voice, waved, and the two disappeared into the deep night.
The sky had just darkened, and the streets were already deserted.
It wasn't because it was dark and he couldn't see the road.
Chen Ping now understood that at night, patrols would appear and patrol the streets.
Anyone found walking on the street, regardless of whether they were thieves or not, would be treated as a thief.
The lightest punishment would be imprisonment.
The heaviest would be being beaten to death on the spot…
The consequences were quite severe.
While he wasn't particularly afraid of being caught by the patrols
