A piece of common knowledge in the Night Battle world, a rule that had become customary:
—"Leave everything until nighttime."
After all, unless it was somewhere where there was absolutely no need to worry about being exposed, all one could do during the day was use relatively discreet abilities for minor skirmishes, which often could not solve the problem at all.
And if things got serious, even with the dual layers of strict information control from national and official forces,
were you really not afraid of making such a huge mess that it could not be contained?
The wild, uninhibited mood from last night in Houston had yet to fade when Fang Ran heard Serica's retort,
and he felt a little embarrassed.
"Since we already know the stolen contract was not destroyed and is currently in Calgary, there's no need to rush things now."
"They definitely already know we're here. Maybe they've already prepared something somewhere and are waiting for us."
Holding an overpriced, awful cup of airport coffee, Serica spoke casually:
"Investigate where it was hidden. It'll be more convenient to act once night falls."
"By the way, since we have this method based on premonition, can't we just ask where the contract is?"
No. That would no longer be a premonition—it would be prophecy, wouldn't it?
Listening to Annabella lean back in her chair and speak in a languid manner, Fang Ran silently complained about her troublesome-avoiding idea.
If they could determine the exact location of something anywhere in the world out of thin air, that was probably something only Grandma Shui could accomplish.
"Being able to confirm this much is already an enormous gain. Don't hope for more. As long as that contract really is in this city—"
"Then we should find a lead very soon."
Hearing