"Screech—"
The tires rolled over the rough cement ground, making a grinding sound.
The black SUV stopped in front of the tallest unfinished building.
The headlights went off, plunging the surroundings into darkness.
Fang Cheng opened the door and got out of the car, gripping the blue canvas bag tightly.
He looked around, seeming to confirm his location.
Then, he stepped through the knee-high weeds, walking into the dark building ahead.
A few hundred meters away, a silver-gray Jetta silently slid behind a dirt hill and stopped.
Ghost Scythe pushed open the car door, carrying a toolbox, and deftly jumped out of the car.
He had already shed his blue gas company uniform, revealing the black combat suit underneath.
The tight fabric outlined his muscular figure, showing his remarkable physical strength.
He didn't rush inside but first crouched down, checking the ground tire marks, then listened to the surrounding sounds for a moment.
