The sun overhead was scorching, though it was not yet noon. It could still roast a person until they were drenched in sweat, completely unlike the usual climate here.
Stuart Truman's lips were somewhat parched. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his head, planning to get up and buy a bottle of water from a nearby stall.
But just as he stood firm near the stall, a handgun pressed against his lower back from behind.
Victoria Carter said coldly, "If you don't want to die, be honest. Don't let me catch you with any ulterior motives."
Stuart Truman turned his head slightly, looking at the woman beside him: "If you don't trust me like this, then why insist on bringing me along?"
"Go over there." Victoria Carter turned her head towards Stuart Truman, indicating for him to avoid contact or conversation with anyone.
Stuart Truman complied, walking over, feeling slightly relieved in his heart.
