Early morning.
After a hearty meal, Jiang Yuan, Wu Jun, Wu Junhao, and Huang Qiangmin stood together outside the restaurant, waiting for their car to arrive.
The breeze in Qinghe City felt softer and stickier than that of Ningtai County. It brushed against the face, disappearing before one could savor it, only to sweep over again after a short while.
If Qinghe City were a long-legged beauty, this breeze would be like a lingering dance, seductive and itching at the heart.
If Qinghe City were a burly man, then this breeze would be... slightly nauseating.
The few people standing on the steps were all immersed in their thoughts in the blowing wind, the exhaustion from within making everyone feel exceptionally weary.
The theft case had turned into a murder case, a bloody one with two bodies at that. It was quickly solved by Jiang Yuan; otherwise, Huang Qiangmin would have had to regretfully stab himself twice.
