It was late at night when Ye Tianfan left the villa and walked along 36th Street. The night breeze blew gently, and soon Yan Feishuang's footsteps caught up with him.
"What? A bit disappointed?" Yan Feishuang asked.
"Yeah."
Ye Tianfan nodded. This waiting-in-the-wings plan had not brought him much information. He still didn't know who Old K was, what the true intentions of the secretive overseas organization "Satan's Hand" were, or even who the Boss Qian mentioned by the man in black was.
"Then why didn't you follow that man in black? See who he contacts? If you keep tracing the connections, wouldn't you eventually find this so-called Boss Qian?" Yan Feishuang asked, perplexed.
Facing the night breeze, Ye Tianfan lit a cigarette and replied, "Do you think anyone will meet with him?"
