Wuming was crouched on the tip of an old apartment. He had been staying there for almost an hour already. His knees were actually getting cramps. He impatiently tapped on the ledge as his eyes quickly scanned the place.
Still nothing.
Just around what hour was that moron going to strike?
He would not be impatient if not for the fact that he had been trying to find this person for the past week. A week and still not a f--ing shadow.
"Goddamanit," he cursed aloud.
He checked his watch. Shouldn't he be out by now?
Wuming could only sigh as he waited. This was what he was being paid to do. To wait. To keep his eyes open.
And to keep this city safe.
He almost burst out laughing from his own joke.
Let's all take a deep breath first and have a short break from Feng Xuan and Qing Chen. I've missed writing about Wuming! Did you miss him as well?
xoxo