The six members of Hold Up the Heavens turned in unison to look at the dimly lit street entrance.
Liu Shuai, who had turned invisible and was pretending he did not exist, broke into a cold sweat, feeling terribly guilty under six pairs of eyes.
He stepped out, canceled his invisibility, and gave them a reproachful look.
"Couldn't you let your teacher save a little face?"
Su Wuwei pointed at Feng Jianyu, who was trussed up tightly. "Sir, remember to take this man with you."
"And this." Kou Ying unplugged the flash drive and tossed it to Liu Shuai.
"It has that map and the personnel list for Zhu Youcai's Company."
Liu Shuai caught the flash drive and looked at Feng Jianyu with a troubled expression. "Unfortunately, you've fallen into our hands, but I don't really want to take you to the Social Security Bureau."
Feng Jianyu immediately grew nervous.
Liu Shuai drew a gun from his waist and pressed it between his eyebrows. "Do you regret it?"
Feng Jianyu's throat bobbed as he looked up along the barrel at Liu Shuai. "There's no point. Regret is pointless."
"Yes, it's pointless." Liu Shuai's voice was as cold as the ice of the far north. "I was asking on someone else's behalf."
Feng Jianyu's eyes suddenly widened. Scalding tears slid from them as that regretful sigh echoed in his ears once more.
"Jianyu, you'll regret this."
He remembered. The lingering echo of those words had carried a certainty as though the speaker had glimpsed the future.
Through his blurred vision, he dimly saw that face he had forgotten in the depths of his mind.
"Yes, I regret it."
Liu Shuai pulled the trigger. The silent gunshot arrived without a sound, piercing skin, shattering skull, passing through tissue and cells, bringing abrupt