As evening approached, Wang Jian appeared on the streets of Brooklyn in that same beaten-up pickup truck.
Not far behind him was that paparazzo with good photography skills, followed by a bodyguard from Black Water Security Company.
Feeling the slight chill, Wang Jian pulled his neck in.
"Luckily, I learned from yesterday and layered a comfy undershirt beneath my cheap jacket today."
At this moment, inside a nearby car, Gill looked at Wang Jian with a bit of confusion.
"Why does he look somewhat familiar?"
"Ha," Bonnie laughed, "Must be your drug dealer from before you got clean, right?"
Just then, Chris slowly came around the corner.
Wang Jian nearly burst out laughing as he saw the other person.
Chris, who was donning a somewhat juvenile outfit just yesterday, actually put on high heels, black stockings, and a pencil skirt today.
But paired with that baby face, it always seemed a bit comical.