The streetlights stood by the roadside like lonely night watchmen. No matter how strong the night wind blew, it couldn't extinguish their oil lamps.
Hoffman stood beneath a streetlight, one arm folded across his chest and a cigar between the fingers of the other as he smoked.
Honestly, the whole scene felt a little surreal.
With a vibe like Slave Owner's, he looked every bit like a crime boss. He should have been in a manor, sitting on a wide, comfortable sofa and listening to his men report that they'd shot the head of a rival gang.
The Black Person crouched by the roadside, wearing noise-canceling headphones. He bobbed his head to the music and rapped along under his breath.
"What are you planning to do?"
Cowgirl shamelessly stuck close to Lin Baici.
"Wait!"
Lin Baici stood by the roadside, chatting with Gu Qingqiu.
Xia Hongyao was eager to start deducing. She listened closely to the conversation between her two aces, thinking they were discussing the missing child case, but the more she listened, the more confused she became.
The history of Hong Kong Island's development?
How to make a fortune if you were reborn in this era?
What were they even talking about?
Then the conversation somehow veered toward Dragon Palace Island, and how Sannomiya Airi was surely getting impatient.
Hey, hey, they hadn't even dealt with the Ghost Ship off Hong Kong Island yet. Wasn't Dragon Palace Island a little far off?
After the Old Woman left her home and exited the residential building, everyone waited another fifteen minutes. Then Hoffman was the first to head upstairs.
The Black Person followed immediately.
"Shouldn't we hurry up and go in, too?"
Xia Hongyao urged them on. If they wanted to find the child, they'd definitely need a few photos