About twenty minutes later.
East City, container warehouse.
Lin Yi paid the fare and got out of the taxi.
Everything was pitch-black, without a single glimmer of light.
Lin Yi took out his phone, just as he was about to contact Snow Angel.
Suddenly, a woman's voice echoed from the darkness.
"Over here!"
Lin Yi quickly looked up toward the sound.
A figure dressed in black and wearing an all-black mask seemed to melt into the darkness.
If she hadn't spoken, Lin Yi might not have noticed her at all.
Lin Yi walked over to Snow Angel. "What are you doing all the way out here?"
Snow Angel glanced at him.
"Less talk. Follow me."
With that, Snow Angel turned and walked away.
Lin Yi was already getting used to her cold demeanor and her economy of words.
He said nothing more and followed Snow Angel deeper into the container warehouse.
Giant shipping containers stood in rows, side by side.
