Lin Baici didn't listen to him and kept walking for more than thirty meters before stopping.
A person wearing a black raincoat and knee-high rain boots was standing not far ahead, next to a garbage can, tossing a dead cat into it.
The alley was too dark, and with the hood of the raincoat covering the face, Lin Baici couldn't see the person's features clearly.
However, judging by the build, it should be a man.
Lin Baici raised an eyebrow.
Was this man a kind person who saw the stray cat's corpse and helped dispose of it? Or was he the one who killed the cat?
"Damn!"
Behind him, Liao Hongming, who had followed, stumbled over a brick and almost fell, cursing involuntarily.
"Can't you just wait till the rain stops and act tomorrow?"
Liao Hongming complained, but when he saw the man in the raincoat across from them, he shivered instinctively and shut his mouth.
