The sky gradually grew darker, with a silver moon hazily visible.
"Why is Han Yue so slow!" Quan Mingxuan, sitting in the car with one hand on the steering wheel, glanced at his wristwatch and frowned.
It had already been nearly half an hour.
In the back seat, Jian Qing squinted her eyes and leaned against Quan Jingwu, playing a game on her cell phone. She had to find something to do to kill the time.
"He's here!" Quan Mingxuan's head lifted as he saw the warehouse door in the distance slowly opening. The first one out was Han Yue.
"Damn, that guy is resilient." Han Yue got into the car after opening the passenger door.
"How'd it go?" Quan Mingxuan waited for him to buckle his seatbelt before starting the car.
"Everything's settled. We'll leave the rest to Daniel," replied Han Yue, leaning back in his seat and speaking with a light tone.
Baxter probably would be bound to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Even worse, he would never be able to be a real man.
