"Brother San, here's your phone," she handed the phone to Quan Jingwu, saying, "The man in black who took Sister San wore a fang mask, and he was armed."
Quan Jingwu's eyes froze as if caught in a storm at these words, he lowered his gaze toward the phone in his hand. Remembering something Jian Qing had once told him, he quickly unlocked the phone and began to operate it.
"You guys should go back."
Dropping these words, Quan Jingwu turned the steering wheel and left in a cloud of dust.
...
With a clear sky overhead, seagulls were skimming freely over the sea.
On the beach, Shen Yan's long shadow seemed to be casting an aura of solitude.
Quick footsteps approached from behind, A'er was panting a bit, "Second Master, it's bad news. Something's wrong."
A sinking feeling came over Shen Yan, and he turned around.
"Speak."
A'er stood still, his face serious, "Eldest Master has made his move on Jian Qing."
