The warm morning sunlight slanted across the wooden corridor. Due to the fresh air, heavy with moisture, it even sparkled with rainbow-like beams of light. Then amidst the sound of wooden clogs, they bumped into each other unexpectedly.
"Stay calm, there're only two of them, no need to hide." Tang Zheng gripped Zhang Hao's shoulder, trying to minimize the movement to not draw their attention. A foreigner with common features would hardly draw attention, unless they looked particularly distinctive.
The two Russian men across from them had just emerged from the hot springs, their skin slightly reddened, having downed some sake, their faces filled with warmth. They were chattering away, complaining about a woman named Yelena, hardly giving a glance at Tang Zheng and his crew.
