Shen Bijun was stunned.
It had already turned dark, and the moon hung high in the sky.
The road outside the Yun family's villa was flanked by long streets on both sides, the only sounds were the distant city noise and honking of cars.
Shen Bijun felt a moment of bewilderment.
She looked, astonished, at the tall man in front of her.
527...
She certainly remembered 527. Back when she was in the organization, she and 517 had vied for the position of leader. But actually, among those of their batch who had joined the organization, 527 was also very talented.
But he didn't fight or grab for position; he seemed to be there just to pass the time...
Back then, 527 often wore a black mask, was quite taciturn, and barely spoke, as if afraid of revealing his identity. Yet, she could see a kind of nobility in this man.
He was different from all of them.
