Lure X Confirmation

The night was clear, the broad avenue gleamed like water, and a faint chill stirred the hanging banners.

A desolate cold wind howled over the city walls. Chilly rain, like the rains of plum season, pattered down, gathering into puddles across the bluestone pavement and sending round ripples spreading outward.

Behind the curtain of rain, few pedestrians remained on the streets. Most hurried along, tightening their clothes around themselves and holding oil-paper umbrellas as they quickly departed.

The myriad lights of the city drove away some of the chill brought by the night rain.

On the roof of a house, two black-clad figures stood as immovably as iron, enduring the wind and rain.

Conical hats, black robes, red Demon Masks.

Rainwater slid along the patterns of their conical hats. A glimmer of red light shone from the eyeholes of the masks, seemingly able to pierce the night as Three-Tomoe slowly revolved.

Yang Ming watched Old Goose on the street below. If he tried anything suspicious, Yang Ming would immediately leave and kill the captives, Bule and Tianya.

Even if he did not think for himself, Old Goose would surely consider the future of his two brothers.

Meanwhile.

Old Goose's face was pale as dirt. His two shifty little eyes rolled constantly as he scanned his surroundings.

After Bule and Tianya had been captured by Yang Ming, Old Goose had agreed to the task Yang Ming assigned him in order to save them: confirm someone's presence at the hospital.

Old Goose was very familiar with that person's name. It was none other than Bishop Beska.

The moment he received the task, Old Goose had been greatly alarmed. Anyone could tell that after the Spirit Hall Main Temple had been inexplicably blown up, anyone investigating Bishop Beska could not possibly mean well.