On a day like this, Amman fell into a kind of panic. After similar horrifying events occurred repeatedly, it finally saw the light of dawn.
The sun rose from the east, slowly dispelling the darkness.
In the slums of the lower area, Hua Qingyi and Miao Shaoqing waited through the night, but Xiao Lin never showed up. The patience of these two was on the verge of collapse. Miao Shaoqing was someone who could typically keep his cool, but at this moment, he paced back and forth in the cramped space. The room was kept very clean, everything neatly arranged. Xiao Lin had left nothing behind, except for a small tracker placed conspicuously.
"Where would he go?" This was the question Hua Qingyi asked multiple times. Neither of them were impulsive, understanding that acting without knowing the situation could plunge things into an awkward position.
"Wait!" Miao Shaoqing gave Hua Qingyi a simple answer.
