Xiao Han and Chen Zihan still maintained the habit of seeing each other every night. They would walk the streets hand in hand, wandering through the big and small alleys of Linjiang City. Little did they know, danger was silently closing in on Xiao Han.
While Xiao Han and Chen Zihan were strolling, two shadows had already started tailing Xiao Han. One of them wore a black hoodie, a duckbill cap on his head, and a pair of black sunglasses on his nose bridge, appearing mysterious. The other man wore a brown leather jacket, a gray scarf around his neck, leather shoes on his feet, and a cigarette hanging from his mouth, his eyes glinting with a cold killing intent.
"When do we make our move?" the man with sunglasses asked.
"Don't rush!" the third man shook his head, "It's not convenient to act with the two of them together."
"Might as well kill them both," the man with sunglasses frowned, "I already have two lives on my hands, I don't care about two more."