"Maybe... that kid's prediction wasn't accurate," one of them said.
"It would be best if it wasn't." Liu Jiansheng lifted his head and gazed far to the south; the last member of Wang Feilong's team had just rounded the corner and disappeared from sight.
High-rises towered all around. Over on the other side, the little square seethed with voices; thunderous music boomed as hundreds of people danced in the plaza.
"The boundless horizon is my..."
Laughter, children's cries, the figures of young men and women chasing one another...
On the other side stood a huge billboard: "Meng Group-making your sweetest dreams come true."
Multicolored neon swayed and shone above the city. Beneath the streetlights, an unbroken stream of people flowed past; on the roads, vehicles surged ceaselessly in both directions like a mighty, rolling river.
Liu Jiansheng's gaze grew distant for a moment.
"Let's go!"
"Go!"
They watched Liu Jiansheng and the others leave.
Qin Fangyang's eyes held concern. "Are they really in danger?"
Zuo Xiaoduo's expression was grave as well. "Yes. That's how I see it."
At this point, Qin Fangyang truly did not doubt his ominous prediction. He pressed, "Just how sure are you?"
Zuo Xiaoduo considered for a moment, then said, "Eighty or ninety percent... Their meeting me here marked the beginning of a turn in their fortunes. As long as they listen to me, misfortune will naturally turn to good fortune, and calamity will become a blessing..."
Qin Fangyang sighed softly and turned his gaze toward the school gates again.
He murmured, "I hope they come through safe and sound."
That afternoon.
School was out.
The instant Zuo Xiaoduo followed the stream of people out through the school gates, he turned his head for a nearly instinctive glance.
That one glance immediately told him