RUSTLE!
The night wind blew, stirring up dust from the concrete ground.
Between Factory Street's Building Three and Building Four lay a long, narrow, and gloomy alley, like a fissure between two concrete walls.
Few people ever passed through here, especially at night.
THUMP! THUMP!!
And yet, a figure emerged from within, his silhouette taking shape at the mouth of the dark alley.
He wore a mask and had a tall, thin frame.
A gray hoodie bundled him up tightly, leaving only his eyes exposed.
Lu Chao, who was just on his way home, froze. Only two short meters separated them.
'It's him.'
A chill crept into his heart. Although he couldn't see the man's face, Lu Chao felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity.
Those cold, merciless eyes, sizing him up like prey.
It was like needles of ice piercing his bones. Everything felt like a repeat of that scene at the Factory Street intersection two months ago, and now they were face to face.
THUMP!
