It was on the very day Luo Yan and the others left.
Guangling City.
It was still daytime, yet an inconspicuous car was parked in front of a bar.
The bar did not look very large, and it was in a remote location, tucked away in a small alley.
A sewage ditch in the alley gave off a foul stench, and rats happily scurried in and out.
"I didn't expect Guangling to have a dump like this."
Wu Changqing climbed out of the dusty car, which looked like it belonged to an ordinary citizen. He covered his nose and mouth with a handkerchief, his face full of disgust as he surveyed the surroundings.
Then he looked toward his assistant.
"The person you mentioned—are you sure he can solve my problem?"
The assistant nodded vigorously. "I made inquiries with many people, including quite a few 'professionals.'"
"They all recommended 'Crimson Dove.'"
"And this person doesn't take just any job."
"He seems to be in urgent need of money lately."
"That's why he agreed to accept your commission."
Wu Changqing nodded, then entered the bar with his assistant.
When he pushed open the bar's heavy door, the interior was surprisingly dark.
It was not yet business hours.
The tables and chairs had not been arranged.
Behind the counter, only a bartender was wiping glasses.
He looked up at Wu Changqing and the other man. "Sir, we haven't opened yet."
The assistant stepped forward and lowered his voice. "We're here to see Crimson Dove."
"What Crimson Dove? We don't sell doves." The bartender did not even look up. He seemed to have endless work to do and an endless supply of glasses to wipe.
The assistant did not waste words on him. He took out a magnetic card, swiped it through the card