As a world-class metropolis, Hong City was anything but quiet. Once the brilliant lights came on, the streets began to surge with people. Figures from all sorts of races could be seen, making the night far more bustling than the day.
The decadent nightlife had only just begun.
Zhou Chen and Old Yang kept their distance, backpacks slung over their shoulders, quietly trailing Bidder No. 057.
"Hey, why are we being such creepy stalkers?"
Zhou Chen asked bluntly, "Who is she, anyway?"
"An old friend. And a rather troublesome one at that."
Old Yang sighed. "To be honest, I didn't expect to run into her here... You really are a disaster magnet, kid. Trouble follows you everywhere. Don't even try to deny it. Just think about all the missions you've been on. Has there ever been one that didn't turn into some kind of mess?"
"...It's not one of my acquaintances this time, so don't you dare pin this on me. This is definitely your problem." Zhou Chen refused to take the blame.
