The night was deep; the sea breeze blew gently, carrying a hint of brine, rustling the palm trees by the window and quietly slipped into the room, intoxicating the people inside. The cool moonlight also trickled through the gaps in the leaves outside, soft and enchanting, keeping one from sleeping. Lan Xing, with a stern face, was intently watching the laptop screen, her slender fingers dancing rapidly across the keyboard, as gracefully as an elf performing a tragic song.
Not far away, Luo Zheng and Lan Xue were leaning against the sofa, drinking tea and waiting. Several hours had passed and Lan Xing still hadn't found any weaknesses of Song Tao. It wasn't that Lan Xing lacked skill, but Song Tao was too disciplined, offering little to exploit. Ghost Hand had reservations about exposure, so Luo Zheng decided not to act immediately, opting to see how things unfolded to prevent the thugs responsible for investigation from being startled into exposing themselves.
