The airport parking lot.
Feng Mountain sat in the back seat, his face expressionless. Outside the car, Frank was apologizing profusely, while beside him stood the reporter, Julie, her eyes shimmering.
"Buddy, I'm sorry. I was so busy I completely forgot."
"I was working overtime all night for you. If you don't believe me, you can ask Julie."
Heh!
'As if I'd believe your bullshit.'
'Was it really 'work' you were doing overtime?'
Feng Mountain glanced at the dark circles under Frank's eyes. 'Witchcraft is useful, but it's not omnipotent. Overdo it, and it'll still take a toll on your body.'
"Oh, right. Here's your FFL license. You can buy guns whenever you want now." Remembering something, Frank quickly ducked into the car and eagerly handed over a set of documents.
Feng Mountain took the documents, looking at Frank's pitiful expression.
Feng Mountain was in no mood to argue with him. He shook his head. "Which hospital was Susan taken to? I want to go see her."
