That night, in Yanjing, on a certain street, there was scarcely a passerby.
Underneath a dim street lamp, three middle-aged men stood side by side, constantly looking around as if waiting for something.
Among them, one was a Westerner with blond hair and blue eyes. Another was black, who would blend into the night if he were further away from the lamp. The last one was very short in stature.
"Squeak..."
Suddenly, a Ferrari drove up from one side and stopped under the lamp.
"Click!"
The car door was opened, and a handsome young man dressed in a white shirt, black casual pants, and black leather shoes emerged from the car, his face expressionless.
"Big Brother..."
Seeing this, the three middle-aged men hurried forward and greeted respectfully.
"Hmm..."
Zhang Xian nodded, lit a cigarette, and asked, "Where are they? Lead me to them directly."
The three middle-aged men nodded, leading the way without asking more.
