"Big bro, you're brilliant!"
"Old ginger is hotter than young one, huh!"
"..."
A bunch of people fell all over the old man with flattery, especially that old lady, hugging his arm and smothering him with sycophantic smiles.
She gave her hair a quick tug, and suddenly it turned black.
The snow-white hair earlier was just a wig.
They left the station, avoiding the main road—probably trying to stay out of sight of the cameras, cutting diagonally through the landscaped green belt.
At that moment, a voice called out from behind, sharp and cool, "Hey, fellas—having a nice chat back there?"
The group jumped, instantly shutting up. They turned around, only to see Qin Feng and the little girl behind them, grinning like cats who got the cream.
No need for pretense at this point.
The old man shot a look at the bald guy. The bald guy reached into his pocket, whipped out a switchblade, flicked it open with a snap, and said, "Kid, why're you following us? What do you want?"
