At 5 pm, the sky had darkened and there were few pedestrians on the road.
Wang Ye walked leisurely on the sidewalk, the cold air filling his lungs made him feel refreshingly "invigorated," his mind exceptionally clear.
The several bodyguards were all dressed in plain clothes, wrapped in somewhat bulky down coats. However, underneath those coats, they were outfitted with submachine guns, invisible from the outside.
Two walked in front of Wang Ye and two behind, vigilantly observing the surroundings. If they detected anything unusual, they would take action immediately!
Wang Ye was also wearing a down jacket, looking just like any other young person you might see on the streets of Moscow, very low-profile.
Soon, he arrived near the Lake Baikal Hotel where Donia stayed, a business street lined with plenty of shops, supermarkets, coffee shops, and restaurants.
