What the others wanted was the eerie magma.
It made sense they’d come here… Qiao Sang thought it over, kept her face calm, and asked:
“Where will we meet after it’s done?”
The middle-aged black man smiled.
“Let’s meet at Heituo Spring. If you’re still not here waiting for me by seven tomorrow morning, it means I’ve failed.”
Qiao Sang nodded. “Understood.”
She knew Heituo Spring — it was one of District Nineteen’s scenic spots, not far from the Keteiya Volcano.
When she first checked into the Sota Hotel the staff had even recommended it.
Kids were easy to deal with… The middle-aged black man left satisfied.
He walked over to the middle-aged white man and sounded a little smug. “One down.”
The middle-aged white man smiled and no longer looked concerned. “What role can such a small kid play?”