Chapter 130: Finally Going to Make a Move?

Donghai City, Radiant Alliance Guild base.

"A pair of Aces."

Qin Ming slapped two cards onto the table, his movements somewhat irritated.

In the smoke-filled room, the scent of cheap beer and sweat was mixed together.

He had been staying here for a week.

This past week, the guild's person in charge neither let them go to the wilderness to level up, nor let them go to the task center to take jobs.

Every day was just playing cards, drinking, and sleeping.

Like raising a group of pigs waiting for the New Year.

He had asked around indirectly and found that the dozens of people in the base were all newly recruited recently.

Some people had even been slacking off like this for over a month.

Qin Ming grabbed the wine glass in front of him and took a gulp, unable to help complaining in a low voice.

"What on earth is this Radiant Alliance up to?"

"Could they really be feeding and housing us for free?"

Opposite him, a fierce-looking, burly man burped from alcohol and casually threw out four cards.

"Bomb!"

While collecting the loose change on the table, he smiled casually.

"What's wrong with this?"

"There's no need to go out and risk our lives, we still get twenty thousand Daxia Coin every month, and room and board are fully covered."

The burly man leaned back in his chair and patted his round belly.

"Even if an immortal came, I wouldn't trade this life!"

"I wish it could stay like this forever."

Qin Ming looked at his unmotivated appearance and didn't speak again.

He was sent here with high hopes from his master.

If he spent every day eating, drinking, and idling away without getting any intelligence, he would feel ashamed of himself.

That night, things finally took a turn.

Two in the morning.

"All of you fucking get up!"

"Bang!"

The dormitory door was kicked open by someone.

The dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire room.

Qin Ming abruptly sat up from the bed, his sleepiness completely gone.

A group of people wearing special black uniforms rushed in, expressionless with cold eyes.

They rudely dragged everyone still sleeping soundly off the bed.

Soon, all the newly recruited members in the base were driven to the central training ground, neatly lined up.

At the lead was a middle-aged man with a beard.

With his hands behind his back, his sharp gaze like a falcon slowly swept across the crowd.

"Who are you people?"

In the queue, the burly man who was playing cards yesterday plucked up the courage to ask.

"Why did you wake us up in the middle of the night?"

The bearded man didn't even raise his eyelids, his voice as cold as ice.

"Don't ask too much."

"Next, obediently cooperate with our actions."

Qin Ming stood in the crowd, putting on a sleepy and ignorant look on his face, but inwardly growing excited.

Finally.

Finally going to make a move.

However, the next second, he saw two men in black quickly step forward, take out a pair of specially made handcuffs, and with a "click" sound, cuff the burly man's hands.

At the same time, a black hood was rudely pulled over the other person's head.

The burly man immediately began to struggle, emitting a terrified cry.

"What do you mean by this?"

"Why are you putting a hood on me? Let me go quickly!"

He began to instinctively resist, like a blindfolded bull, blindly charging around.

Swoosh!

A blinding blade light flashed under the light.

The burly man's charging abruptly stopped.

That huge head soared into the sky, rolled twice in the air, and then fell to the ground with a "thud".

The fresh blood gushing from the neck splashed onto the faces of a few people in the front row.

Warm, and viscous.

For a moment, the entire training ground was dead silent, leaving only the dull sound of the headless corpse falling to the ground.

A rich smell of blood permeated the air.

The bearded man slowly withdrew the long knife in his hand, the blade not stained with a trace of blood.

Looking at the undisguised terror on everyone's faces, his voice remained indifferent.

"I said, obediently cooperate with our actions."

"Otherwise, this is the end."

At this, no one dared to speak out anymore.

The men in black began to put handcuffs and hoods on everyone one by one.

No one resisted; everyone, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, obediently extended their hands.

Soon, it was Qin Ming's turn.

Cold handcuffs locked his wrists, and a rough hood covered his head.

Before his eyes, it instantly plunged into pitch darkness.

The bearded man's voice came into his ears.

"Next, I will give you a rope."

"All of you hold onto the rope and follow me."

"No talking allowed throughout the entire journey, nor are any strange movements permitted."

In the darkness, a rough hemp rope was shoved into Qin Ming's hands.

He could feel that the person in front was pulling the rope and starting to move.

He could only follow and take steps.

Rumble—

A dull roar came from not far away, like a heavy stone gate being slowly opened.

Pulling the rope, Qin Ming was guided in the darkness all the way down.

No one spoke.

In the deathly darkness, only the chaotic footsteps of dozens of people echoed on the empty stairs.

These stairs were very long, as if they had no end.

Qin Ming didn't know how long he had walked, only feeling that he kept going down.

Where on earth were these people taking them?

An ominous premonition rose in his heart.

If he continued walking like this, it might be very difficult for him to return to the surface.

But right now, he had no other way.

He could only grip the rope in his hand and silently follow the team.

After walking for a long time, the downward stairs finally came to an end.

The road underfoot became flat.

It was a long corridor.

The air was stuffy, and that faint smell of blood became increasingly rich here.

Darkness and depression caused the psychological defense lines of some people to begin to collapse.

"Y-You guys, where on earth are you taking us?"

A trembling voice broke the dead silence.

"What on earth are you trying to do?"

No one answered him.

Qin Ming only heard a whistle of sharp blades piercing through the air.

Following closely was a short, dull scream.

Then, everything returned to silence.

This time, everyone completely behaved themselves.

The team continued to advance in the darkness.

Not knowing where the end was.

…

Meanwhile.

Inside the bedroom on the third floor of the Eternal Night Guild headquarters,

Zhou Huai, lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

In the darkness, the corners of his mouth curved into a cold arc.

"Is the Radiant Alliance finally going to make a move?"

He sat up without turning on the light.

Through the Soul link with the Demon Slave Qin Ming, he could clearly sense Qin Ming's current predicament.

Darkness, oppression, and that increasingly heavy smell of blood.