"Stop! No one is allowed through here!"
"I'm a sponsor of the Saint Maiden parade, and I'm also a member of the audience. Why can't I go in?"
"Because you can't. The venue isn't open yet!"
Mr. Assath knew that arguing further would get him nowhere.
Besides, he had only said it verbally. He couldn't actually produce any proof that he was a sponsor.
He had no choice but to give up and leave the guard's line of sight, intending to find another way into the venue.
Several vehicles bearing the insignia of the Public Security Department were parked nearby... Mr. Assath's eyes shifted, and he already had an idea.
Before long, among the Public Security Department investigators getting out of the vehicles, the last one—a smoking investigator who was walking with his head lowered—was dragged behind the vehicle in an instant.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Boss Luo was looking at the time on the pocket watch in his hand.
Miss Isabelle leaned over curiously. "You seem very concerned about the time."
"I used to be." Boss Luo answered casually.
"Not anymore?" Miss Isabelle narrowed her eyes and smiled.
"I still am." Boss Luo said, "I'm concerned that, as it moves along, some of it suddenly disappears."
Miss Isabelle smiled. "The time that disappears is the past. The past vanishes from time, but remains in memory. You're actually counting time. Only the most bored people count the passage of time."
Boss Luo thought for a moment. "Perhaps you're right."
Miss Isabelle propped up her chin. Sitting together, they looked quite intimate. Miss Isabelle seemed increasingly like she was admiring a precious treasure, and her gaze grew hotter and hotter.
"I've never been very interested in grown-ups. Do you know why?" she suddenly asked.
Boss Luo shook his head. He preferred