The night deepened, and the sounds of rolling shutter doors closing one after another echoed through the Herb Market.
Everyone was packing up to go home after work.
Yang Fan, decked out in a baseball cap and a mask, was crouched in a corner of the market, sitting on the steel pliers he had purchased at a high price from the construction materials market.
The corner he occupied was an absolute blind spot, barely noticeable to anyone passing by in the shadow of the night unless they looked closely.
Diagonally opposite him, about a hundred meters away, was Tian Gaofei's shop.
No one really knew whether this guy had any money, but the shop was decked out luxuriously.
The store's front was adorned with gilded characters, and beside it stood a wooden sign detailing the nature of the business conducted within.
The sides of the shop were lined with hardwood display cabinets filled with various precious medicinal herbs.
