In the distance, parked in the campus parking lot, was an old, black Nissan Cefiro sedan.
Inside the car, a man held a pair of portable binoculars, watching Qin Xin and Chen Zhezhe as they laughed and playfully shoved each other. A cruel sneer played on his lips.
The man wore a greasy, stained yellow short-sleeved T-shirt and slightly worn light blue jeans. He looked to be in his early thirties, with a short buzz cut, phoenix eyes, and a long, straight nose that gave him a cold, sharp, and capable appearance.
Chapter 59