The town was quiet at night, with the sound of the wind and the chirping of insects weaving together the melody of the deep night.
Catherine paused, turned her head to glance at the guesthouse, then took a deep breath, preparing to step away and leave.
But just then, a voice suddenly rang out, "Planning to leave without saying goodbye?"
Catherine stopped in her tracks, turned her head to look at the newcomer, and said indifferently, "Yang Gang, I'm a fugitive now, I can't involve you guys."
Yang Gang walked up to Catherine's side, smiled faintly, "You are a federal fugitive, but this is the Xilan Republic."
"I know. But the Xilan Republic can be said to be the federation's lapdog..."