One hundred and twenty. Make a comeback

Boom—

Flashes of lightning flickered, as the dark clouds collapsed.

Torrential rain washed down.

After a heavy day, finally, as it grew dark, the deluge came abruptly.

Beneath the intense curtain of rain, the outline of Xishan Gallery faintly emerged.

By coincidence, it stormed each time they visited Xishan Gallery.

Outside the desolate entrance, a car hid in the shadows, silently waiting for the upcoming midnight.

Beep beep beep beep—beep beep beep beep—beep beep beep beep—

An abrupt alarm rang out in the stillness of the car, the timer hitting zero.

Midnight had arrived.

After shutting off the alarm, Lu Li, sitting quietly in the driver's seat, looked up. His gaze pierced through the rain, settling on the vast shadowy outline that loomed in the shop.

As always, a chill began to spread over Xishan Gallery.

"Can we beat it?" Lu Li turned to ask Yang Chunxue in the backseat.