When Zhang Zian's car—well, Sun Xiaomeng's car—drove away, Famous and Old Time Tea left the corner they were hiding at and looked at the wall that was two or three hundred meters away.
The streetlights in the suburbs weren't as densely distributed as they were in urban areas. There was only one streetlight far away, and its dismal light could only light up the small area around it. This was better for their operation.
Since the Lunar New Year was approaching, a string of firecrackers went off not too far away from where they were. When the firecracker sounds stopped, Old Time Tea and Famous secretly reached the wall.
Old Time Tea turned its head. Its eyes were shining like a blazing fire underneath its bamboo hat. "Should I go first?"
"Please," said Famous.
Old Time Tea climbed up the wall in a zigzag pattern, and in the blink of an eye, leapt to the top of the wall.
