Fengzi was still standing on tiptoe, looking everywhere for Zhang Heng when someone suddenly patted her shoulder. Then, that person's voice reached her ear again. "Let's go. We should leave this place first."
Fengzi was overjoyed, but when she turned around, she saw an unfamiliar face.
If Hong had relied on disguise to blend into the crowd earlier, Zhang Heng's solution was even simpler. He had simply wiped off his makeup and returned to his original appearance.
"Hm?" Fengzi reacted quickly, then suddenly understood. "So this is what you really look like? What about that woman? Aren't you going to chase her down? Wait, are you chasing her, or is she chasing you? Come to think of it, are you two assassins?"
"This has nothing to do with you. Leave this place and go home to sleep," Zhang Heng said.
But the moment Fengzi heard the word sleep, she perked up again and nodded repeatedly. "Okay, okay, we'll go sleep right away. You can tell me all about it while we sleep."
"..."
"That's not what I meant." Zhang Heng was somewhat speechless.
Although he had taken out Hong, he did not relax. On the contrary, Zhang Heng knew his troubles tonight had only gotten bigger.
The Emergency Response Squad had appeared here, disguised as traders to ambush him. Hong even had a tattoo on her body, which meant they knew the time and place of the transaction, as well as the traders' characteristics, perfectly. In other words, the details of the deal had been leaked in advance.
The other side had practically been waiting for him to walk into their trap.
He just did not know whether the information had leaked from the seller or from Mr. G. Zhang Heng personally leaned toward the latter, because back on the