Ning Ge never thought Cang Ying would be hiding in such a place, the back kitchen of a bar. Watching him come out from the back door wearing a baseball cap and apron, carrying two bags of trash, Ning Ge couldn't imagine this was the sharpshooter who was so accurate.
Seeing Ning Ge leaning on the wall of the back alley with a cigarette in his mouth, Cang Ying furrowed his brows, glanced around, then walked towards him.
"How did you find this place?" Cang Ying's face was stern.
Ning Ge sneered, threw the cigarette to the ground, and crushed it under his foot, tauntingly said, "The sharpshooter from back then, taking out trash here, did I see wrong!"
Cang Ying's face darkened, he said, "If there's nothing else, leave quickly, I have to get back to work!"
After speaking, he turned to leave.
"Cang Ying, brothers born into life and death together, enduring hardships together multiple times, can you bear to see them suffer injustice?" Ning Ge said behind him.
