13th Street. Wanchun Teahouse stood on the corner.
Anyone who came onto this street corner was within sight of the teahouse.
Half an hour later.
A young man appeared on the corner, dressed in a black, ultra-light tracksuit, wearing a sun hat and colorful sunglasses, earbuds in his ears, and a sports bag on his back.
He walked to the beat of the music, bobbing his head all the way there.
Inside the teahouse, someone glanced his way, then quickly looked away.
The young man continued bobbing his head as he entered the milk tea shop across from Wanchun Teahouse!
He sat down in a corner off to the side.
He took off his sun hat. It was Fang Mo.
His long hair was gone, replaced by a sharp short cut that gave him a spirited, heroic look.
He furtively watched Wanchun Teahouse.
"There are two people downstairs, one on the street corner outside, and the curtains upstairs were moving just now. There must be someone up there too!"
His gaze swept over the second floor. He couldn't see inside, but there were probably at least two or three people.
"I can't see who's in there. It'll be hard to make a move!"
Fang Mo looked grave.
He was angry that Aunt Liu had sold him out, but he also knew she'd had no choice. He couldn't bring himself to leave her in the lurch.
Besides, he wanted to find out who was so bent on coming after him.
"I have to figure out how many there are!"
Fang Mo thought for a moment, then got up and went to the restroom. After a while, he came back.
He ordered a milk tea and sipped it, seeming in no hurry to leave.
Woo-oo! Woo-oo!
A few minutes later, a piercing