"Where's my stuff?"
Wanai leaned against a lamppost. At the sound of movement, he looked up toward the red-haired fox approaching him.
The fox stopped more than ten meters away, advancing no further. The snow on the ground was deep enough to swallow half its body.
Wanai's gaze swept over the gear on its body. His eyes paused, and he straightened up slightly. He uncrossed his arms, letting his hand fall to the weapon at his waist and tapping it twice with his fingers.
In a dark street corner—
"He gave the signal, Mingxi. Let's move."
"Wait a little longer." Mingxi stared intently at the two figures across the street and said in a low voice, "That's the signal for us to get ready."
"..."
Barto took a bag of Crystal Stones from his pocket and tossed it to Wanai. "The deal's off."
