Zhao Bai sat at the entrance. After all, it was someone else's family memorial service. Going in would not only ruin the atmosphere, but even he found it inauspicious.
Three gunshots rang out.
The guards in black suits reached for their waists. Zhao Bai was somewhat puzzled and boredly yawned.
The afternoon sunlight felt strangely quiet.
Those furtive movements stopped at once. They did not even dare breathe, as if they had sensed fear.
Noticing this, Zhao Bai was taken aback.
Were they treating him as hired muscle?
Zhao Bai was merely waiting for the outcome. Once Qing Ye regained power, he would collect all the dangerous drugs and destroy them. After cleaning up this entire mess, Zhao Bai would head to Sky City and hang the source of production up for a beating.
Probably Gray Serpent.
Though he did not know the details, Zhao Bai had a feeling that anything happening in Sky City ought to be connected to Gray Serpent.
"What are you recording this time?"
Zhao Bai turned to look at Cup Snake. This was clearly his own independent operation, yet this kid always managed to crawl out of the bushes and follow him everywhere, recording everything Zhao Bai did.
"Three gunshots marked the beginning of humanity's resistance."
Without looking up, Cup Snake replied, "And the great Boss Zhao was merely a bystander."
Zhao Bai felt that asking any further would only be asking for trouble, so he helplessly shook his head. He wanted to know why Cup Snake could always find where the big news was, but after giving it some thought, it was probably the instincts of an Eastern journalist.
The gate slid open soundlessly.
Qing Ye carried a bucket of ice, his right hand resting inside it. Holding a golden champagne glass stained