After walking for a while, they reached the place where they would rest for the night.
Su Ran was the first to enter the room, and soon someone brought in a late-night snack.
An 2 glanced curiously at the room on the second floor and led the others away.
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315 Avenue.
An 2 and Dark 3 stood by the roadside smoking.
"Why are you here? Didn't Sister Ran ask you to take over the Eighteenth District?"
An 2 glanced to his side, where a man in camouflage uniform with a mask on his face stood, his age indiscernible.
Only his deep, piercing eyes made it hard for others to meet his gaze.
Both An 2 and Dark 3 usually had their own affairs to handle and seldom met.
Dark 3 held a cigarette between his fingers and blew a smoke ring, his voice cool and calm, "Together, to save running back and forth."
He glanced at a group of people not far away, who were bruised and swollen, and paused his cigarette-flicking motion, "Who are those people?"
