After drinking with Yuan Gang, Lin Qiye and the others returned to the hotel and went back to their rooms to rest.
Even though Yuan Gang had repeatedly tried to talk sense into them while they drank, only they themselves knew how much of it they had truly taken in.
After showering, Lin Qiye turned off all the lights and lay on his bed, staring blankly at the letter and Wooden Chopstick by his bedside.
That night, Lin Qiye did not sleep at all.
Early the next morning,
Lin Qiye climbed out of bed, washed up, and got into the car with the others heading for the Shangjing City squad base.
Although Yuan Gang had secretly told them the method and location of the match yesterday, they still needed to visit 006 Squad's base. On one hand, it was a matter of courtesy; on the other, for the sake of fairness, both teams had to take the same vehicle to the arena.
The Night Watchmen squad in Shangjing City was far stricter than other squads in terms of rules and regulations.
Morning traffic in Shangjing City was terrible, and the hotel where Lin Qiye and the others were staying was quite far from the base. The journey would take a long time, but fortunately, An Qingyu had anticipated this and arranged for them to leave half an hour early.
In the steady, quiet car, Lin Qiye slowly closed his eyes.
Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods.
"Good morning, esteemed Director."
In the courtyard, Black Pupil, dressed in an orderly's uniform beneath an overcoat and top hat, was diligently sweeping the ground. Upon seeing Lin Qiye, he respectfully bent at the waist in greeting.
Lin Qiye looked at him and gave a soft grunt.
It seemed that Black Pupil got along