Where under heaven could old friends not meet again?
Yang Heng had never expected that he would see that man again—and in such circumstances.
He had spared his life and let him go last time. Could he still keep his life this time?
"Honored guest, please wait a moment. The dishes will be here shortly."
With a creak, the waiter closed the door from outside, smiled and nodded at the man in black, then turned and left.
Inside the private room, the man in black paced back and forth, carefully examining everything in the room. He even opened the window and looked outside. When he noticed the bustling street below, packed with people, his eyes immediately lit up.
The man in black muttered to himself, "The street is right outside the window, crowded and teeming with people. If danger comes, I can smash through the window and flee. Once I blend into the crowd, who could find me?"
Ever since he had suffered at Yang Heng's hands last time, the first thing he considered before every mission was his retreat route.
Before considering victory, consider defeat. Staying alive came first.
Though this escort mission was not especially dangerous, he still acted cautiously and had found himself an escape route in advance.
Before long, the waiter brought all the dishes and withdrew.
The man in black sat upright on a redwood stool and began eating and drinking heartily.
"Fine wine and delicacies—wouldn't enjoying them alone be lonely? Since old friends have met today, how about this old friend of yours drinks a few cups with you?"
Yang Heng leaped down from the beam and, with a whoosh, appeared before the man in black, looking at him with a teasing smile.
Yang Heng's appearance today was exactly the same as when he