Belium City was always a beautiful sight at night. The towering skyscrapers, the neon lights cracking through the dark, the crisp, cold air....
Everything blended into a flawless, urban landscape. Xinyuan had never thought he'd return here. The moment Wenzhi had shown him the message, they had boarded a private jet, bringing Kaiwen and Duan Ze along. Yuzhen and Zhiyao, on the other hand, wanted absolutely nothing to do with Pei Luo.
It was more accurate to say they just weren't interested. They had already gone their separate ways upon landing, claiming they had their own business to handle in the city, leaving the remaining four to handle the trap.
Inside the sleek car, Wenzhi leaned his head against the window, a lollipop tucked into the corner of his cheek. The city lights smeared across the glass as Kaiwen drove through the streets.
In the passenger seat, Duan Ze was locked in, rapidly typing away on a laptop balanced on his lap.
