The Metropolitan Opera House, located on Broadway, is a world-class venue and a dream stage for singers from all over the world.
Today, a master-level female singer will perform her signature opera. Therefore, the parking lot was packed like sardines, bustling with vehicles.
"This Fatty really can run, he's nowhere to be found," Sha Ou complained as they lost their target amidst the bustling crowd in front of the theater.
"How is it?" Kevo looked towards Jiang Xiuming, "Didn't you imprint a psychic mark?"
"The response is intermittent; it seems their psychic expert has joined the fray!" Jiang Xiuming could not pinpoint Aya's location and, while staring at the opera house, suggested a retreat.
"Why?" Wei Xiangnan was reluctant to give up, "The Fatty and that office lady are clearly important characters for them. If we can kill them, we would definitely earn a lot of points."
"You'll be the one getting killed," Kevo said with a grim face, not in a good mood.
