Qin Feng put away the note, furrowing his brows with a hint of suspicion, thinking to himself how confident that young man must be, his words laced with arrogance!
He didn't need to think to know this young man was brought in by Zhang Xiaojia to deal with him.
However, he wasn't angry.
At least, the young man didn't ambush him. So far, he seemed quite open and aboveboard.
The South Suburban Cemetery, a government-developed public cemetery located on South Mountain.
The suburban night was pitch-black. A bicycle rang its bell, with its wheels shrouded in black mist, speeding back at nearly automotive speed.
A hill over three hundred meters high covered with neatly arranged rows of tombstones.
The bicycle stopped in front of a two-story white gate house. A young man got off, carrying two large bags of fruit, and cheerfully said to the black mist, "Thanks, hurry back now!"
