The tea room's secret compartment led to a narrow path that connected directly to the hotel's back door.
Hei Shi effortlessly dragged four or five black cloth bags along the stone-paved road. The bottoms of the bags were thick, so even after much friction, only a few white scuff marks appeared.
"Where is this! Who tied us up?"
Perhaps the swift pace awakened the person inside one of the bags. They struggled a bit and spoke the Hong Kong Island dialect with a strange, non-native accent.
"Who is it!"
Hei Shi paused, his voice slightly cold as he ordered, "Shut up."
The person inside the bag fell silent for two seconds, seemingly recognizing his voice. Then, gritting their teeth, they asked, "Number 1028, where are you taking us?"
Hearing the familiar code name, Hei Shi felt the bulging muscles on his shoulders quiver; he wanted to punch the person inside to death.
"The Underground City."
