C72 Everything will be Carried out According to the Contract

Three months had passed, and Bao Guo's motorcycle was cloaked in a thick layer of dust. The electric starter was dead—a clear sign the battery was drained. With a wry smile, he kicked the bike to life and hurried toward home.

The biting cold of the twelfth lunar month sliced through Bao Guo's cheap down jacket, chilling him to the bone. The frigid air snapped his anxious