Footsteps gradually approached.
Under the glow of the streetlights, three figures emerged one after another from the shadows.
Despite Sun Zhihua's urgent warning, driven by intense curiosity, Wu Xinlei and Glasses Man couldn't stop themselves from looking at the trio.
The man in the lead wore a white shirt and black trousers, with shiny black leather shoes. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He wore sunglasses despite it being late at night, his face expressionless.
The two men behind him were dressed similarly, in gray-green or gray-blue polo shirts, their shirt hems tucked into their trousers. One clutched a small black briefcase under his arm, while the other wore black sandals paired with white socks.
Ordinarily, Wu Xinlei and her companion would hardly spare such a nondescript trio of middle-aged men a second glance.
