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The surroundings of the shed were completely dark. There was no one patrolling around and there were no guards.

The slavers' residences in the distance, however, were brightly lit, the pitch-black sky was illuminated bright red, there was even a trace of light in one of the areas in the Southern District, it was the residence of the Southern District's high level slave and his men.

Bao Ye narrowed his eyes and in a flash, he arrived at high level slave's residence. According to Ugly Slave's memory, he sneaked into one of the rooms on the top floor of a building and found Jin Lingrui's residence.

The room was dark.

Bao Ye used his godly powers to scan the room. Seeing that there was no one inside, he swaggered into the bathroom and took a comfortable, hot shower.

When he came out again, there was another person on the balcony.

He was startled. Someone had actually entered the room without him knowing. The God Power was definitely not below him. If that meant that someone had also discovered his presence, then there was no need to hide.

Bao Ye walked over, at the same time, that person also turned around.

The two of them were stunned when they saw each other's face. "It's you …"

Bao Ye slightly frowned. Why is this godly illness here?

Then again, who was this person?

Ugly Slave had never seen this person before in his memory, nor had he heard anyone mention him. Jin Lingrui also didn't have such a friend.

Dong Lingce stared at Bao Ye's face and smiled, "You're Jin Lingrui's … Younger brother? I heard that your relationship has been cut off, why are you here? "

Bao Ye asked him: "You're not Jin Lingrui's friend, why are you here?"

"I came here to see if the famous Jin Lingrui is as powerful as the rumors say." Dong Lingce raised his right hand. Seeing that the red rope bracelet on his wrist wasn't shining, he squinted his eyes and took out a glass of red wine.

Bao Ye didn't believe what he said at all, but he didn't want to get to the bottom of it.

He walked to the balcony to observe the situation below. The dormitory area was as heavily guarded as an army, and high level slave was patrolling everywhere, but the other people here were all free to do whatever they wanted. They did not have a fixed sleeping time, and they did not need to be restricted in their movements.

"Being someone else's slave makes you laugh so happily." Dong Lingce sneered. Seeing Bao Ye staring at the opposite building without saying a word, he also followed his gaze. Two men in their forties walked into one of the rooms on the seventh floor, talking and laughing. A few minutes later, they turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Bao Ye sighed.

His foster father still kept Tang Bu and Ren Qing by his side.

No, he had to find a way to let his adoptive father know they were up to no good.

Bao Ye's eyes flashed when he saw Tang Kaiji patrol downstairs. He turned around to find something that would attract Tang Kaiji's attention. Unfortunately, the balcony was very clean, without a single grain of sand, and the things in the room couldn't be moved. Finally, his gaze stopped at Dong Lingce's wine cup.

Dong Lingce noticed his gaze: "You want to drink?"

Bao Ye nodded.

Dong Lingce handed him another glass of red wine.

Bao Ye didn't even drink a single mouthful and just threw it across the corridor to the seventh floor.

"Clang!"

The sound of broken glass was especially crisp in the night. Tang Kaiji, who was on patrol, heard the sound and quickly ran into the building. He ran all the way to the seventh floor and saw the fragments of the corridor.

He looked doubtfully at both sides of the corridor, but he did not see anyone there.

Tang Kaiji was worried, so he walked towards the right corridor.

Seeing this, Bao Ye immediately cast a spell on the room where Tang Bu and the others were staying.

Immediately after that, Tang Kaiji heard someone call him.

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