The night was deep, and the noisy calls and clamor gradually spread in the darkness.
More and more households lit their candles, and heads peeked out from windows to check.
Even though it was already past two in the morning, their burning eyes couldn't be stopped.
Many even violated the curfew, sneaking out to watch the commotion or support the parade.
At this time, Xibing Mansion, located about a hundred meters from Uffizi Palace, was quite silent.
The empty corridors echoed with chaotic footsteps.
With both hands tied by two Cheka, Clovin's feet dragged across the ground.
The iron shackles dug into his flesh, and he struggled angrily, trying to break free from the guards escorting him, but the potion forcefully administered to him made it difficult.
Even at this moment, he was still cursing Patrick as a traitor.
Failing to inform Moliat, Clovin didn't understand what had happened, so he found Patrick for help in conveying the message.
