Before dawn, it had rained, dispersing the hot, moist air.
The early morning fog lingered between the cliffs, masking the noisy sound of the tide.
Ji Jue, who had just fallen asleep not long ago, was awakened by the sound of a car passing through the mountains. As he opened his eyes and walked toward the front door, he saw Old Tang standing there.
There was also a middle-aged man in a black suit who handed over an envelope before turning to leave, not even glancing at the unburied bodies on either side.
He left.
"Who was that?" Ji Jue asked.
"...Lei Yaoxing's man," Old Tang said as he looked at the item in his hand, his expression complex.
"Did he come to collect the bodies?"
"It is indeed about collecting bodies, but not the bodies here," Old Tang handed the item over. "You'd better look at it yourself."
