Nan Yu carried the box that she had withdrawn from Huo Bank, pulled up her mask, and concealed her features.
She then straddled her motorcycle, ready to return to the Nan Family ancestral home.
All the way, the cold wind bit to the bone, accompanied by sporadic drizzle.
The breath Nan Yu exhaled was white as she stared ahead resolutely, seemingly unfazed by the cold.
The Nan Family ancestral home sat atop the highest peak in City A, offering a view that took in the entire city below, overseeing everything.
To avoid surveillance cameras, Nan Yu chose some secluded paths and wound her way up along those bending roads, passing through numerous remote alleys.
In the dead of night, the streets were empty except for her, weaving through them on her motorcycle.
Suddenly, a dark figure emerged from around the corner in the middle of the road.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a tattered-dress woman.
Nan Yu frowned, ready to veer off and ride past her.
