Above, a thick layer of lead-gray clouds hung heavy in the sky, pressing down like a giant, damp cloth that looked ready to drip rain at any moment.
Outside Anshan Academy, a commercial street ran along the road directly opposite the main gate.
It was packed with all sorts of snack stalls and boba tea shops, their neon signs flashing as an endless stream of people came and went.
At this moment, by a window near the second floor, a Young Man in a white shirt and headphones sat with a cup of boba tea, seemingly playing a game.
However, his eyes would occasionally sweep over the entrance of Anshan Academy.
"Skinny, what's the situation? Anything happening?"
A steady male voice came through his headphones.
"Shit, he's holed up tight, just hiding in the tall grass and refusing to come out."
The man called Skinny cursed. It sounded like he was complaining about the game, but he was actually referring to their target.
He was utterly exasperated.
