Late at night, a small county in Jianghai, somewhere in a dilapidated neighborhood.

Sheng Jinghuai stood in this small alley that even Somde map couldn't mark clearly, and the cold wind blew his face raw.

He seriously suspected that his locator was out of order or had been littered by Loxing.

In a state of helplessness, he could only call Luo Xing.

Luo Xing saw the caller was quite surprised, she did not want to pick up, but thinking of the New Year's Eve, the other ...