2: Let’s Go to Ming City
2: Let’s Go to Ming City
Editor: Atlas Studios
Screech!
The motorcycle stopped under a banyan tree not far from the elementary school’s entrance.
Gu Mang lowered her slender legs and put her feet on the ground.
She took off her helmet and her black hair fell over her shoulders.
Her eyes narrowed as she looked toward the school entrance, crowded with parents standing around, waiting to pick up their kids.
It was twenty past five.
It was ten minutes before Gu Si was dismissed.
Troublesome.
Gu Mang’s eyes showed a little impatience.
She swung the bag to the front from behind her.
She unzipped the bag.
The large black backpack was messy inside.
Inside was a laptop, a toy gun, a mechanical watch, a roll of black cloth the size of her palm, a long metal box, a lighter, a pack of cigarettes, several lollipops, and three cell phones, two of which had heavy clamshells designs while the other was a light clamshell.
Although each item didn’t weigh much, together, they were a heavy package.
Gu Mang took out the clamshell cell phone.
There were dozens of unread messages in the inbox.
She raised her eyebrows at one of the messages.
There was a brash, faint smile at the corner of her lips.
…
Across the road, a black car slowly came to a stop.
“Young Master Lu, this is it,” said the chauffeur.
The two windows on the right side of the car rolled down.
A man sat in the back seat of the car, his long legs folded.
He was wearing a black shirt, his arms casually resting on the window.
He had a cigarette between his well-defined and spotless fingers.
Looking at the school and the noisy bunch of elementary school students, he frowned.
“Don’t tell me the person I’m looking for is here.”
The man looked away.
He had fair skin and a tall nose.
His deep-set eyes were squinting and with his thin lips slightly pursed, he gave off a cold vibe.
The chauffeur awkwardly scratched his head.
None of the people in front looked anything like the person they were looking for.
Puzzled, the chauffeur said, “But this is the place that was indicated.”
The man’s face became solemn.
“When was that?”
The chauffeur said, “Just ten minutes ago.”
The man flicked off the ashes from his cigarette.
His eyes narrowed as his cold gaze inadvertently turned to the place beneath the tree in the distance.
It was quite windy today.
A young lady was sitting on a motorcycle.
Her long black hair was ethereally blowing in the wind. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
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