Rong Zhi lifted her gaze, her delicate fox-like eyes diffusing a thin cool mist, expressionless, "Goodbye."
The young man turned and left.
Lin Xingteng's smile at the corner of his lips faded, he pursed his lips slightly with a bit of distress, whispering, "Ah... was I discovered?"
Sure enough, I couldn't resist giving myself away.
He raised an eyebrow, feeling in a good mood as he walked toward the parking lot.
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The night spread like ink, bright with a sparse scattering of stars.
Rong Zhi's fox-like eyes were more intense than the night itself. She pressed down the brim of her hat and walked into a passage leading to another midnight spectacle.
The underground market in Beijing was brightly lit, even more so than during the day, filled with bustling voices.
Rong Zhi had not specifically investigated the organizations and gathering places of Beijing's underworld; she had just come to know of this place.
She had even discovered its creator, the Underground Moon Group.
