Turning back, there was already a dense sea of people.
The girl with the ponytail had long vanished.
Dirk Carter was unwilling to give up.
He followed the direction where the ponytail disappeared.
After walking about a hundred meters or so.
A piece of paper appeared on the ground.
He picked it up and opened it, sure enough, it was from his wallet.
This was the phone number Gauthier Pace left him when they parted ways a few hours ago.
Standing still.
Looking around.
On the left, there was a small alley, but he didn't know where it led.
Time to take a chance.
Without a word, Dirk Carter entered the alley.
After walking about twenty meters, he suddenly saw the ponytail in the distance, stuffing something into a boy's hand.
Dirk Carter wouldn't say something like "stop there".
He sprinted towards the ponytail.
The ponytail was quite alert too.
