11 p.m.
On Raffi Road District's commercial street, in front of a high-end office building.
The skyscraper resembled an emperor's abode, indifferent to the worldly hustle, its top forty-plus floors piercing straight into the pitch-dark sky, leaving the clamor of the street and the pollution of light from colorful advertising signs to linger on the ground.
A few rows of windows near the top still glowed with light. Chen Ke took out the photo of his target and reexamined the address written on the back.
If Lester's information was correct, that mean-faced man should be right there.
Chen Ke stuffed the photo into his suit's inner pocket and donned black leather gloves; he did not want to leave any fingerprints in the building.
Without a blueprint of the building, he was unclear on its specific layout, and to avoid raising suspicions among the building's occupants, Chen Ke had not entered to scout beforehand. Tonight, was his first time setting foot here.
