The night air had grown cooler by the time Feng Tian and Li Wei pulled away from Aunt Jie's stall. The city's neon glow faded behind them, replaced by dim lanterns and flickering streetlights, giving way to quieter streets nestled deep within the older district of Yuexin.
It was a quiet part of town—forgotten by most, yet steeped in stories only the old guards remembered.
And within minutes, the vehicle turned into a narrow alley tucked behind an unassuming row of weathered shops.
There, nestled between a boarded-up bookstore and a pawn shop that hadn't seen customers in years, stood the narrow, two-story building with a faded wooden sign that simply read: "Jingyuan Tea House."
No cameras. No curious eyes. Just silence.
Li Wei pulled over smoothly, stepping out first to scan the surroundings with automatic precision before walking over to open Feng Tian's door.
