After Yang Fan's persuasion, Wang Daqiang finally gave up on the idea of killing Lu Qiuyang.
The two hailed a taxi to Antique Street thereafter.
As midnight approached, the night was as deep as water. Even Xin'an, known as the busiest street, was deserted at this time. Apart from the flickering lamps, there were only the dimly lit street lights.
Places for revelry like bars and those antique pawnshops had all closed up shop.
"Kuaiyi Pawnshop, Fanzi, do you think it's this shop?" Wang Daqiang pointed across the street to a shop and whispered to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan's eyes gleamed with vigilance as he scanned the surroundings, then nodded, "It's that one. Hu Yu said that Lu Qiuyang normally lives in the shop, but the security measures seem well in place, it looks like we can't get in."
Kuaiyi Pawnshop was nestled among several antique stores, with the roller door already down and not a single window in sight, making a stealthy entry clearly impossible.
