It was bitterly cold. Around half-past six in the evening, the sky was gloomy.
In Feng'an City, where even a hint of oil lamp uses up money, such a person should not appear here at this time.
So bizarre!
Huang An paused in the alleyway, still as a statue. Taking a stealthy glance while subtly shifting his right foot, ready to run at any moment, he gazed into the darkness.
When he made out the face of the person before him, Huang An let out a gasp.
"Senior Brother Pang?"
Huang An's face showed shock and suspicion, yet his heart sank slightly.
Something was off. Senior Brother Pang should not be here.
He should not be on this side street in the eastern part of town. At this moment, he should be at home in the west of the city, having dinner with his family.
Or maybe his family might still be eating, Huang An didn't know for sure. After all, many of his own neighbors ate only two meals a day.