Hearing her say that, he could only grab his bag and follow.
Fang Ran followed Serica to a pitch-black, deserted street corner nearby.
"Remember, don't let the cameras catch you."
With nothing more than that casual reminder, Serica leaped onto the rooftop through the night where the lights could not reach.
Feeling embarrassed for a second that she did not even need anything to push off from, Fang Ran glanced at the six- or seven-meter height, took two quick steps, stepped on a windowsill, and climbed up as well.
She deliberately picked the unlit, pitch-black areas, effortlessly leaping across rooftops with her powerful physical abilities.
They moved through dark corners like narrow passages, wire fences, and building blind spots, traveling in a way a hundred times more intense than parkour. It somehow made him feel especially like a Participant.
It reminded Fang Ran of the precious memories from that summer vacation.
"We're here."
Apparently, their destination was nearby. Since they had gone in a straight line, it had not taken long before Fang Ran heard Serica's voice.
Then he realized she had brought him to an extremely deserted place.
The black market was here?
Fang Ran was somewhat puzzled. They had originally been northeast of Houston, roughly ten kilometers from the beltway marking the city limits. After passing through that last district of chaotic buildings,
they had reached an uninhabited area at the edge of urban development.
With almost no one ever coming here, the tightly locked gate before them was likely somewhere ordinary people could not even find.
Was this to keep anyone other than Participants from getting close?
"Put this on."
At that moment, Serica tossed him something. Fang Ran caught it and found that it was a pair of sunglasses. Looking at the pitch-black darkness around them,