Teng Ma's eyes squinted, his handsome features obscured by a network of black lines that etched his skin. The subtle barrier meant to prevent their target from escaping remained unmoved, as if waiting for some unseen cue.
His fingers danced over the switch button of the walkie-talkie, tracing its edges in contemplation. Amidst his thoughts, he wrestled with the question of his next move.
Abruptly, a persistent buzzing sound pierced the air, a constant drone that reached Lu Wang's ears as he stood nearby. Teng Ma, the holder of the walkie-talkie, either didn't notice the insistent noise or chose to ignore it purposefully.
Conversely, the group's attention was divided between observing the scene unfolding within the store and stealing glances at their leader, who appeared entranced by something beyond their perception.
