Shit, these sneaky dealings never seem to end, Zhang Ziwen cursed to the heavens. At the foot of the Mid-Levels, he looked up at Hong Kong's highest Mid-Levels, with the dimly lit mansions scattering a particularly gentle light. Unfortunately, that gentleness was still a long way off for him. Not to mention the luxury cars he couldn't enjoy, he couldn't even walk the straight path. Fuck it, he had to struggle on. Zhang Ziwen swore at the night sky several times, relieved his frustration, and stealthily made his way with Zhou Qing into the bushes, where their two shadows were instantly engulfed in the vast night...
The sky was beginning to brighten, and a streak of gold could already be seen at the edge of the eastern sky. The sun was about to rise.
Inside the villa, Zhang Ziwen, who had dozed off on the living room sofa for a while, opened his eyes and sat up. He hadn't forgotten the promise he had made to the woman.
