Evening.
Bi Fang and Matthew sat quietly inside a parked off-road vehicle with the engine off, gazing at the distant tall black building.
"From now until tomorrow morning, we have about eight hours of operation time, enough for us to make a round trip to the shipyard," Bi Fang said as he pulled out the car keys and finished the last piece of biscuit. "There's no nightlife, and it's easy to get sleepy when it's dark, making it the perfect time to move. If it gets too late, we might drag into the next day, causing many unnecessary troubles. Once both sides collide, the resistance will increase exponentially."
The mere thought of breaking into the Bandit Gangs' headquarters at night to rescue the kidnapped survivors sent Matthew's heart pounding wildly, as if he were on a roller coaster reaching its peak before a sudden plunge. Just the thought was enough to stimulate adrenaline secretion, numbing him from the scalp down to his toes.
