Second day of the Lunar New Year, night, South Sea, old district.
Fireworks exploded, the brief flash of light illuminated the faces of the three individuals.
They climbed like monkeys over the old buildings, sneaking into an apartment on the sixth floor that seemed well-renovated.
The three of them sneaked around the room, and after ensuring it was empty, they took off their masks with relief.
The man with the scar sat on the sofa and spoke in a deep voice:
"Go find something valuable."
Huang Mao took a can of coke out of the fridge, his face full of resentment:
"Damn, this family is really rich, several bottles of red wine in the fridge!"
The crew-cut guy surveyed the room, his eyes lingering on a few photos hanging on the wall.
Those were wedding photos, portrait photos, and the hostess's work photos.
The crew-cut guy looked jealous:
"This family is definitely loaded, look at his newlywed wife, she's even a flight attendant."
