FENG LANG
My jaw twitched as I watched the distorted video playback on Ruiqing's phone. This had to be a joke. A rumble built up in my chest. The more I watched the video, the more I wanted to break something. With a huff, I tossed the phone into the air, catching Ruiqing by surprise. Luckily, for him, he caught it before it landed on the floor, throwing me a disapproving look. I rolled my eyes.
I shoved my hands into my pocket. "What's the meaning of this?" I breathed out. It was obvious what it was, but I had to hear it.
"What it means, Lang," he pocketed his phone " is that we've arrived at a dead end." I nodded.
"I see. The DNA sample?" He couldn't possibly tell me the DNA didn't give him anything.
He leaned on one of the bikes behind him. "You won't believe it." I scoffed.
"Try me."
With a shrug, he replied. "The person doesn't exist." I blinked, waiting for the real answer, and frowned when he blinked back at me.
"What?"
