After Fang Wen Jie had walked some distance, Feng Hao came to his senses with a somber look. "Fourth Sister, do you think letting him go like that is a good thing or a bad thing?"
"For a heart sustained only by hatred, any outcome—life or death, success or failure—is a form of release," Mei Meimei remarked with a quiet sigh.
"But I have a feeling there's more to him than meets the eye," Feng Hao said, frowning.
"Oh, really?" Mei Meimei smirked, then summoned her armored hovercar with a wave of her hand. She expertly slid into the driver's seat and beckoned to him. "Come on, stop overthinking things. Don't you want to get back to Five States City?"
"Ah." Feng Hao froze, then slapped his forehead. He had almost forgotten about their actual mission.
