The taxi stopped a long distance from the pier. Xiao Han and Abe Qingming exchanged glances before vanishing into the darkness in a flash.
Even though they could not sense each other, they intuitively knew that the other was rushing inward.
Tianyang Pier was an abandoned dock that was empty at midnight. Occasionally, some small boats would unload goods here, but generally, no one bothered about it.
Yet on this deserted night, a group of people appeared here, followed by a large cargo ship. Seven or eight cars drove up, and people disembarked from the ship, including some dressed in White Country attire.
These people carried themselves with arrogance, staring disdainfully at those who arrived by car as if they were looking at dogs.
Xiao Han appeared silently not far away, standing in the shadows as if merged with the darkness, undetectable to anyone passing by.
