"Who?"
Zhao Yulong was busy surveying the entire situation and, upon hearing the question, didn't react immediately.
"Yi Lin!"
"Oh, him," Zhao Yulong pointed in a certain direction, where a bus in heat was engaging fiercely in battle. Wiping sweat from his brow, Zhao Yulong said, "Isn't he just over there..."
At this point,
Zhao Yulong suddenly froze.
"Damn, that's his bus! Where is he?"
Yu Meng furrowed her brow, lowering her head and falling silent in thought.
And while Yu Meng and Zhao Yulong had finally remembered such a person as Yi Lin existed,
The long-forgotten Yi Lin was lurking in the shadows, quickly moving along the surfaces of buildings.
Not far ahead to the left,
was Mo Ren Di.
...
...
Eight o'clock in the morning.
The Capital.
Weather: clear.
The sky was a clean blue, cloudless for miles.
After freshening up, Molly, who rarely dressed in neat work attire, yawned as she arrived at the special laboratory.