As the sun set, rosy clouds stretched across the sky like a sea of golden tangerines.
Another day had come to an end, bathing everything on the surface in warm colors as the evening glow warmly lit the way home.
Through the wilderness, which seemed to burn in the lingering light, a red Ferrari drove from the outskirts toward the city.
From the bright morning to the warm afternoon, they had spent the day at the Night Bureau with everyone.
After wrapping up the year-end topic, they listened as the young master complained about an incident he had encountered outside; over lunch, they listened as Magician smilingly recounted what he had seen in South America.
They joined Meng Lang and Gou Yu for training, and as everyone took the field one after another, they received Spellcaster's kind "guidance."
During a break while others switched out to watch, Mu Cheng and Qing Ning enthusiastically dragged them into a game.
Finally, as evening approached, Su Qun asked whether they wanted to stay the night. After thinking it over, Fang Ran and the others still decided to drive back to The Cabin, taking the opportunity to enjoy the beautiful sunset.
And now, inside the car—
Two Magical Boys were having an ugly post-fall reckoning.
"Damn it! Bro, you bastard, all you do every day is sell me out! Go eat shit!"
"Fuck! You're the one whose mouth never says anything reliable, and you've got the nerve to talk! What was that about all those Night Battle commissions? Where was the CEO!?"
Their hands pressed against each other, their expressions strained. Amid their mutual accusations, Fang Ran and Meng Lang both glared at each other through gritted teeth!
"Shut up! Everything I said was true! Bro, hand over that photo already!"
"True my ass!