Chapter 33: See which one you like

An Yan weaved through the narrow alleyways, discarding a blood-stained jacket, gloves, along with a mask and a cap into a trash can before tossing in a lit lighter.

By the time her figure vanished around the corner, flames had already ignited within the trash can.

She entered a drink shop to clean her hands and bought a milk tea, sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window to watch the Gold Shadow Bar across the street.

She estimated it wouldn't take long for Jiang Nan to be rescued and sent to the hospital.

Just then, three cars pulled up in front of the bar.

An Yan bit her straw and narrowed her eyes at the man stepping out of the leading Maybach.

Fu Shiyan?

What was he doing here?

As if sensing something, the man suddenly turned and looked her way.

An Yan quickly turned her head and lowered her gaze, her seaweed-like black hair falling to hide her fair cheeks.

She brushed her smooth hair aside and with a sweep of her glance, saw the man walking in her direction.