Mu Yuan did not bring his team out for this mission. He was alone. His team was carrying out other tasks, and only the quiet Cai Zhou came to cooperate with him. However, Cai Zhou had not arrived yet.
The night was quiet.
The accumulated snow on the road gradually melted. Mu Yuan stepped on the ancient bluestone road and walked to the bottom of a bridge. This was a darker corner, the most neglected corner of the city. There were all kinds of rats and cockroaches crawling. There were vagrants under the bridge, and they could spend the night with just a blanket. The night stretched mu Yuan's shadow very long. He walked to the bottom of the bridge and stayed there for nearly three minutes. The weather was extremely cold, but he did not wear gloves. He rubbed his hands to keep himself warm, and he gradually felt a little warmer.
