The flying squirrel gave Chen Yang a device that could pinpoint Tang Yuyun's location, the closer the target, the faster the indicator light on the device would blink.
He stopped in front of a room, the indicator light on, signifying the target was less than ten meters away.
He stared at the door before him, greasy and very old.
"Come in."
A voice came from inside the room, it was Tang Yuyun's voice.
Chen Yang wasn't surprised; things had turned out just as he had expected. The flying squirrel had located Tang Yuyun so easily because Tang Yuyun had intentionally revealed his whereabouts.
He pushed open the door to see that the room was empty, except for the chair Tang Yuyun was sitting on; there was no other furniture.
Tang Yuyun was facing the door, sitting on the chair, watching Chen Yang with a cold, mocking smile.
Chen Yang walked into the room, creaked the door shut, laughed, and asked, "Were you waiting for me?"
"Yes," Tang Yuyun nodded.
