The three of them had not walked far before they arrived in front of a movie theater.
It was not a holiday, so there were not many people outside the theater. When the ticket inspector saw the woman in the qipao, he respectfully nodded to her. She returned the gesture with a nod but did not stop at the entrance, instead continuing onward and turning into an alley beside the theater.
There was an iron staircase there, directly facing an emergency exit on the theater's second floor.
The woman in the qipao led the way. She reached the emergency exit first and pushed it open, revealing two men who looked like bodyguards standing behind it.
Zhang Heng was in decent shape. Since the start of the game, he had kept up his fitness routine, increasing the strength in his arms, waist, and abdomen. But to maintain his agility and flexibility, he had kept his muscle mass under control and had not bulked up too extravagantly. As a result, he was no match for the two bodyguards before him, who were nothing but muscle.
Just standing there, they gave off the impression that they were not to be messed with.
Old Man Geng felt the same way. You did not fear failing to recognize quality; you feared comparing it. Looking at the men across from them, then at the bodyguard he himself had found, Old Man Geng's heart began aching again over those ten Shellac Records.
Zhang Heng himself, on the other hand, showed no reaction.
He and Old Man Geng had already approached the two burly bodyguards. The men began searching them, and when they found the pile of Lego bricks in Zhang Heng's backpack, they visibly froze for a moment.
Old Man Geng wanted to cover his face. He