Somewhere else...
The time was close to midnight at the Underground Bridge area in an old, discarded bar.
'Tug! Tug!' The sounds of footsteps echoed under a blurred half-moon, half-hidden behind the rolling dark clouds in the sky.
Under the slight glow of the moonlight, Mei-Ling walked on the street alone while swinging her costly bag. She had a unique sexiness that belonged to mature women, which was emphasized by her dress with thin straps and an extremely short skirt. She was also wearing black stockings and a pair of blood-red stiletto heels.
After three steps, she looked around before whispering into the air, "Is someone following me?"
Looking around, she didn't find anything suspicious so shrugging her shoulders, she walked into the dark street while mumbling: "Why did he ask me to come to this isolated bar?"
However, unbeknownst to her, a man was sneakily following behind her.
