527 Meeting: Part 3

Inside the café, using the fountain pen he had just wiped clean, Lange was writing with an unknown language an article about a topic he was interested in.

Just then, the fine engine sound of a vehicle came from outside.

"Not only one car?" Lange's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and saw the scene outside through the wall. 

A few black vehicles, with the paint job covered in the mysterious patterns of the Sanctum, parked up neatly on the side of the road. Following the opening and closing sound of the doors, people were disembarking.

Lin Sheng got out of the car slowly, looking up at the sky. The gloomy weather was making him feel a little depressed. He then looked back down at the café on the opposite side of the road. The shop looked less than 50 m2 in size, its facade a dark color tone much like the weather, its sign black, the lettering blood-red, having a mysterious and strange vibe.