Zhou Chen frowned, unable to figure out the reason. He decided to wait until morning and ask her directly.
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"Boss, I think something's wrong... No, something's very wrong. Please, just answer me. I'm all alone and terrified..."
In a narrow, dark alley in Hong City, Yang hid behind a dumpster, his Nth attempt to contact the outside world having failed.
He sighed in resignation. It was the second day since Zhou Chen's disappearance, and he was being hunted all over the city.
The same night Zhou Chen presumably time-traveled, a group of mysterious people showed up at his door. Fortunately, Yang was sharp and had prepared for such a contingency, allowing him to slip away safely. But those people clung to him like maggots on a corpse.
