The streetlight by the roadside was like a lonely night watchman; no matter how strong the night wind blew, it couldn't extinguish his lamp.
Hoffman stood under the streetlight, one arm crossed over his chest, the other holding a cigar.
Honestly, the scene was a bit abstract.
A person with the demeanor of a slave master looked every bit like a boss, one who should be in a manor, lounging in a wide and comfortable sofa, listening while his subordinates reported they had shot the head of a rival gang.
A black guy squatted by the roadside, wearing noise-canceling headphones, nodding his head to music, and rapping along.
"What's your plan?"
The Cowgirl shamelessly followed Lin Baici.
"Wait!"
Lin Baici stood by the roadside, chatting idly with Gu Qingqiu.
Xia Hongyao was eager to start deducing, listening intently to the conversation between the two aces under her command, believing they were discussing the missing child case but feeling uneasy as she listened more.
