Nan Zhan was nowhere to be seen, but she knew he was safe now.
Sitting in front of the window at the opposite hotel, Jian Si had no trace of sleepiness, watching the small hotel's movements all night long.
At 3:30 in the morning, just as Jian Si was about to make a cup of coffee, she suddenly saw four or five vans speeding from the north, and after the shrill sound of brakes, probably more than twenty people jumped out of the cars and surged into the hotel like a raging tide.
Jian Si hastily opened the curtains, pressing even closer.
This spot faced directly the room she stayed in, and she clearly saw these people heading straight to the second floor, with the owner trailing behind them flusteredly, seemingly arguing, only to be knocked down by two of the men.
