Mo Chou (27) <2-in-1>
It was a sunny afternoon and on the streets, especially on the ones in or around the city center, people come and go undeterred by the scorching weather. Some were trotting with quick steps to get into shops and large buildings that had air-conditioners. Hours ago, around lunchtime, Fan Zheng and the others were part of this bunch.
"Boss Fu is already at the warehouse." Suddenly a voice rang.
A ragged, battered kid with several bruises on his young body looked up with a numb expression at the large man who just appeared in front, towering over him. He was one of those rare ones staying outside despite such hot weather. With dodgy eyes, he softly replied to the owner of the other voice, "... G-good day, Brother Duan. I-It's only me and another kid in this area."
His greeting did not elicit anything more than a frown from the person.