Yellow Hair's gaze fell on the flashlight emitting a strong light in Zhu Qing's hand, and he barked coldly: "Turn off the light."
Zhu Qing's hand trembled, almost dropping the flashlight on the ground. His reactions were quicker than his reasoning, and he hurriedly turned off the light.
Feeling guilty inside, he realized how stupid he was, becoming such a big target, just waiting to alert unwanted attention.
Feeling the cold and sinister gaze of the BOSS above his head, Zhu Qing instinctively shrank his neck.
The outskirts at night were desolate and cold, occasionally broken by a few sounds of frogs and insects, which slightly grated on the nerves.
On such a starless and moonless night, the darkness spread like thick ink, airtight and chilly, like a winter snowstorm painfully brushing against one's face.
A shadow stealthily moved in the darkness, agile like the wind, vanishing like a ghost before the eyes could fully see.
