It's just before dawn.
The grayish light of morning penetrates through the seam of the curtains, dispersing some of the darkness in the living room.
Ah Le is awoken by the noise of the sanitation truck downstairs dumping garbage.
He groggily opens his eyes, seeing Shen Wei sleeping soundly on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, breathing steadily.
Turning to the other side, the door to Fang Cheng's bedroom is half-open, appearing empty, and the quilt is neatly folded.
Gone out so early?
Ah Le rubs his somewhat aching temples and turns over.
The wound on his abdomen throbs faintly, completely erasing any trace of sleepiness.
Lying on the hard floor, thoughts begin to run wild in his mind.
One moment pondering how to avoid the mole today and seek out "Rat Qiang" for information, the next moment devising a plan to retaliate against the Flying Crane Gang.
Of course, the most recurring thought is about the scene Shen Wei described last night.
