odMost likely...Ho Mingzheng clutched the broken pen, his eyes like a thick, murky night. In the mist, faint sparks flickered, howling into the darkness of dawn.He gasped for breath, his chest heaving...te tonight, and it's too conspicuous during the day tomorrow. The airport and car won't work. Let's leave Nancheng by boat first. Eight o'clock tomorrow night, I'll be waiting for you at Xicheng Wharf...