Man proposed, heaven disposed. Sure enough, something went wrong.
At five in the morning, Huang Zhuowang had dark circles under his eyes. He took a sip of hot coffee, stared at the code racing across his computer screen, and drew a deep breath.
The sun had yet to rise. The sky was pitch-black, and the streets were cold and deserted, lit only by the flickering streetlights.
Huang Zhuowang watched the dark sky with a growing sense of unease.
Before long, 39 emerged from the bank carrying a toolbox, opened the car door, and climbed in. He brought the predawn chill with him, the pleasant scent of cedar settling over him along with the morning frost.
Huang Zhuowang closed his computer and pushed the hot cocoa on the little table toward him. "Boss, something's off about this weather. I don't think the flight will necessarily take off."
39 slowly removed his gloves and accepted the hot cocoa. His answer was brief. "Back to the guesthouse first."
"Okay."
The car moved slowly along. Xie De leaned back in his seat and looked out the window.
Something really was wrong with the weather. The sky was oppressively dark. It was five in the morning, and although the sun wouldn't be up yet, the sky should have been deep blue if the weather were clear.
455 said dejectedly, "The flight's been canceled, just as expected. There'll probably be a blizzard soon, too. Once it hits, every flight will be canceled. We won't even be able to leave. Damn it, we're trapped."
"455, I've noticed you're not composed at all." Xie De had just withdrawn his money, exactly six million euros, so he wasn't the least bit panicked. In fact, he was rather pleased.
In a cheerful mood, he said, "We can just stay in