Fang Shenyan leaned against a stone pillar outside the lounge, one hand in his pocket and a cigarette between his lips.
His spotless glasses reflected the last glimmer of the setting sun, while his calm, bright eyes shone with the stars gradually appearing in the sky.
Two oblivious young women passed by him. One of them gathered her courage, stepped forward, and bashfully whispered something.
Fang Shenyan lowered his head and glanced at her. He waved the hand holding his cigarette, dismissing the girl, then continued gazing at the horizon.
He had been standing there for a long time—long enough for seven or eight of the thirty-nine employees to die.
Having brought no gold coins with him, he had his own purpose and plans. As for his target, it was naturally the Man in Suit inside the lounge.
After a while, Li Yi came out holding an empty paper cup. As he passed Fang Shenyan, he turned back.
Li Yi looked at the cigarette between Fang Shenyan's fingers. An imperceptible emotion flashed through his pure gray eyes as he held out his hand and asked:
"Give me one."
Yet Fang Shenyan treated him even more coldly than he had treated the girl. He merely glanced at him and said frostily:
"I don't have many either."
Li Yi looked at him with clear eyes. After thinking for a moment, he did not ask again and left with the paper cup in hand.
Fang Shenyan took the final drag from his cigarette and turned to look at the Man in Suit inside the lounge.
At that moment, the Man in Suit was reclining against his chair with one leg crossed over the other, chatting enthusiastically with a young female tourist. The two seemed like close friends, bursting into laughter from time to