Half an hour left until midnight.
The sky remained twinkling with stars, more mesmerizing than any summer night anywhere else.
Distant waves echoed, and the sea breeze roared past carrying the scent of the ocean, coming from afar.
The headquarters of the Dark Night Army was brightly lit tonight, illuminating this sleepless night.
On the balcony of the second floor of the headquarters, Yang Fan and Shi Qinghua stood side by side, gazing at the entrance of the base.
"Sha Baichuan should have arrived by now, right?" Shi Qinghua, hands clasped behind his back, looked deep and serious; this night held extraordinary significance for him.
This was the first formal collaboration between them since Yang Fan decided to join the Dark Night Army, and it was a decisive battle for their fate.
"He should be here; Sha Baichuan will definitely come."
Yang Fan's reply was nonchalant, as he had done everything necessary, leaving the rest to fate.
