Feng Ruoxi moved through the dimly lit alley with steady steps, her sharp gaze scanning the shadows. Zhang Wei had chosen this meeting place, which meant he wanted secrecy. She wasn't afraid—she had faced far worse in her life—but there was an unease in her chest that she couldn't ignore. He wasn't just another opponent; he was a man who had spent years operating in the darkness, and now he had pulled her into it.
She stopped as soon as she saw him. Zhang Wei stood at the far end of the alley, his face partially obscured by the flickering streetlight. His posture was relaxed, but Ruoxi wasn't fooled. He was always calculating, always watching.
"You came alone," Zhang Wei noted, stepping forward, his voice carrying an amused undertone.
"You wanted to talk," Ruoxi replied coldly. "So talk."
He studied her for a moment before smirking. "I always wondered if you knew. If you had even the slightest suspicion. But judging by the look in your eyes, you don't."
