The melodious whistle interrupted the conversation between Bola and Blue Jade. Looking at that stunning profile, Bola lowered his gaze, lost in thought.
The woman before him was so mysterious. You might think you know her, but it's only a beautiful facade—like her codename Blue Jade, the vibrant kingfisher soaring through the forest, never caught by anyone, free like the wind.
"Looks like our guest has arrived."
Bola glanced out the window towards the direction of the whistle.
"Guest?"
Blue Jade couldn't figure out who would come to this godforsaken place—cold, desolate, and filled with tons of weapons and soldiers. Even criminals wouldn't dare touch this place.
"It's my good detective, Lorenzo Holmes. Red Falcon reported via radio earlier; he is on the train."
Turning back to Blue Jade, Bola said.
"Is it the Lorenzo Holmes I know?" Blue Jade asked.
Bola nodded, confirming Blue Jade's question.
