Chen Xiaolian had scheduled the meeting place not at the resort in the heart of the lake, but in a park at the city center.
The park's centerpiece was a small hill, with one side facing a river and the remaining three sides bordered by bustling commercial streets and residential areas.
Chen Xiaolian was lying on a bench, hands behind his head, basking in the afternoon sun.
Not far away, on the lawn, some tourists were feeding pigeons, and a few children were flying kites.
Right at the agreed time, Chen Xiaolian also heard Adrick's voice.
"Chen Xiaolian."
Chen Xiaolian flipped over to sit up and looked up at Adrick.
He stood in front of the bench, dressed in a simple casual suit, carrying no weapons, looking like any other white-collar worker you'd see around.
"How do you find this place?" Chen Xiaolian greeted Adrick with a friendly smile.
