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Night had fallen. At this time of year, the seaside was chilly. Only seven or eight people were scattered around the spacious ferry terminal. The staff, wearing loose uniforms, were still yawning and looked utterly listless. This was the last ferry of the night, and this was Yushan Port, a remote, desolate pier so obscure that almost no one had heard of it.

"Sir, I've bought the tickets." Luo He, carrying a suitcase, was still dressed the same as ever, his face as devout as always.

Lin Wan'er, wrapped in an overcoat, gazed through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the night outside. The darkness was deep, and the distance was a blurred black, as if painted over. Waves rolled closer, then were torn apart against the reefs, sending white spray flying. It was hardly a good night to go out to sea, whether for them or for the other passengers.

After a long hesitation, Luo He spoke again. "Sir, the Night Watch reorganization meeting is tonight. Are we really leaving just like this? Zero may have a hard time handling the situation alone."

"If we don't leave, Xiao Cheng will never be able to grow into his own. I want him to lead a new Night Watch—one that upholds the justice he believes in, not one that's a puppet of me or Crimson." Lin Wan'er slowly turned to look at the passengers nearby. "I think the people above want the same thing. My leaving is best for everyone. Otherwise, these people wouldn't be here."

Luo He gave a rueful smile. "Aside from us, everyone here was sent by the people above to keep an eye on us. That seemingly carefree staff member is even wearing Execution Department training boots. They can't even be bothered to pretend anymore."

But Lin Wan'er didn't