On a moonless and starless night, they met in an alley.
The alley outside the gate of the Divine Catcher is lonely, quiet and narrow.
So they each leaned against a mottled wall. The narrow and quiet alley narrowed the distance between the two people who looked at each other silently.
What's up?
Iron Hand was asking the man.
But Zhui Ming just looked at him with his lips raised and his bright eyes open.
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