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Li Mu's motorcycle weaved through the city streets in the dead of night, the howling wind slicing against his face like a knife, cold and sharp. The engine's roar was deep and powerful, echoing through the deserted streets as if silently announcing his arrival. His gaze was steely, the neon lights and dim street lamps flashing past his peripheral vision, but his attention was entirely focused on his destination—Silver Acacia Alley.
As he turned into the alley, the world seemed to shift into another dimension. All light was cut off at the entrance, plunging everything around him into an unusual darkness and silence. The entire alley felt as if it had been deliberately emptied of sound, not even a whisper of wind could be heard, and the oppressive quiet heightened his tension. The darkness here seemed unnatural, meticulously arranged, carrying an underlying threat and secrecy, as if this alley itself were a massive trap.
The low rumble of Li Mu's engine became the only sound in this silence. It reverberated back and forth in the narrow passageway, deep and steady, like a heart waiting to explode. His breathing quickened slightly, his heartbeat becoming distinctly audible in the stillness, resonating with the engine's hum. In this darkness, even the usual nocturnal cats and mice were nowhere to be seen, as if all life had been repelled from this place, leaving only the motorcycle and his solitary shadow.
As the beam of his headlights advanced inch by inch, the outline of Silver Acacia Alley finally emerged from the darkness—a black luxury sedan quietly parked at the dead end. The car blended into the night but emanated an indescribable sense of pressure. Its sleek lines were elegant and smooth, reflecting a cold sheen under the headlights, resembling a beast lying in wait in the shadows.
Li Mu slowed down slightly, allowing his headlights to illuminate the entire alley and cast light upon the luxury car. The bright beams struck its deep black surface, softly refracting off its flowing curves, while the windows appeared as dark as ink, exuding an unusually opaque sheen that seemed to create an impenetrable barrier. Li Mu quickly realized that this car's glass had been specially treated; it was impossible to see inside from outside, all gazes blocked by that darkness which concealed both the identity and intentions of those within.
He gradually brought his motorcycle to a stop, sitting quietly on his seat while letting the engine continue its low rumble. That sound felt isolated and oppressive in the dark, as if it were engaging in a silent standoff with the luxury car. Li Mu's cold gaze fixed on those dark windows; he felt a heightened sense of alertness within him as his fingers tightened slightly on the handlebars, his body poised to respond to any sudden change.
Silence enveloped the alley; the surrounding darkness pressed against him as if it had substance, keeping every nerve on high alert. The luxury sedan remained motionless; its occupants did not exit immediately, and Li Mu was not in a hurry to act either. This moment of silence seemed filled with an invisible threat that thickened the air around him until it became almost suffocating. Time stretched in this stillness; every second felt like a silent test or gamble where no one knew what would happen next.
Li Mu squinted slightly, sensing an inexplicable pressure emanating from the luxury car as if eyes within were piercing through the darkness to coldly observe him. He understood that this meeting was not simple; it might even harbor some unknown danger.
Sitting on his motorcycle, his heartbeat quickened slightly as he instinctively tightened his grip on the handlebars. The black full-face helmet he wore began to fog up with exhaled breath; humid mist gently covered the inside of the visor, blurring his vision just enough to heighten his anxiety. This slight obstruction only made him more tense; every nerve felt increasingly sensitive against the chill of the night wind. He steadied his breathing in an attempt to calm his racing heart, but his inner vigilance remained unyielding. Who exactly was this mysterious employer who required such cautious and discreet means for their meeting?
Just as he pondered this question internally, both front doors of the black luxury car slowly opened, two figures quietly stepping out. The movement of the doors was almost soundless, exuding precision and steadiness. Two men dressed in dark suits emerged; their demeanor was calm and composed as if they had been preparing for this meeting for some time. They were tall and expressionless, their suits impeccably tailored to perfection—an appearance that added to their oppressive aura.
One of them tightly gripped a silver briefcase; its metallic surface glimmered coldly under the motorcycle's headlight, giving off an air of unapproachability. Li Mu’s gaze fell upon that briefcase; he frowned slightly while speculating about what might be inside—intelligence? Funds? Or something else entirely beyond his comprehension?
The other man casually placed one hand in his pocket; though he appeared relaxed at first glance, there was clearly a strong sense of vigilance beneath that facade. His calm yet scrutinizing gaze swept over Li Mu with fluidity and naturalness; however, Li Mu’s seasoned instincts quickly discerned that this man likely held a firearm ready within his pocket for any sudden movements. This cautious yet secretive manner of operation heightened Li Mu's alertness even further. Their synchronized and steady actions hinted at a well-trained professional background—far from ordinary individuals.
Li Mu sat on the motorcycle, observing the two men with an impassive expression. The beam of the headlight pierced through the night, illuminating their outlines with striking clarity, yet the subtle sense of oppression deepened. He maintained a calm exterior, but his heart was increasingly cautious. The arrangements for this meeting were laced with a coldness and prudence that seemed to warn him not to underestimate the individuals before him.
The night breeze flowed gently through the narrow alley, bringing with it a chilling coldness. Li Mu's breath condensed into mist within his helmet, blurring his vision further, yet his gaze remained sharp, fixated on every move of the two men as he awaited their next action, mentally preparing himself for any sudden developments.
The two men stood in front of the motorcycle, their straight silhouettes blocking the light from the headlamp and casting Li Mu into shadow. Their figures appeared exceptionally stern against the night, exerting an unspoken pressure over the dim alley, as if they had complete control over this small space. The man holding a briefcase stepped forward slightly, leaning in with a low and icy voice, "Hand over the evidence. Now."
Li Mu let out a cold laugh within his helmet and replied in a deep voice, "I've already taken pictures of the evidence and saved them on my phone." He spoke calmly, steering the conversation toward territory he felt he could control while closely watching their reactions. Upon hearing this, the man's brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes as his lips twitched in suppressed anger. Clearly, Li Mu's response was far from what he had anticipated; this casual handling of the situation visibly displeased him.
"Hand over your phone. Now," the man said, his tone colder and laced with an implicit threat. His gaze turned dark, waiting for Li Mu to comply without question. The other man stood behind him with his hands in his pockets, expressionless and resembling a rigid barrier, coldly observing every move Li Mu made like a leopard poised to pounce on its prey.
Li Mu let out a soft scoff, a mocking smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You really are eager, aren't you?" His tone carried a hint of amusement and a provocative challenge, hoping to shake their composure.
However, the two remained unfazed, their faces stern and devoid of emotion, as if their feelings were as deep and cold as the night surrounding them. The man with the briefcase continued to stare intently at Li Mu, silently waiting with eyes sharp as knives, seemingly unwilling to waste even a moment. Li Mu's taunts fell flat in their eyes; it was as if they had seen through his little tricks and resolutely adhered to their mission without yielding an inch.
This stalemate caused a slight heaviness in Li Mu's heart; their coldness and determination clearly exceeded his expectations. He understood that continuing to provoke them would only lead to trouble; they were not easily swayed. Gradually retracting his sarcasm, he observed them calmly while rapidly calculating possible outcomes in his mind. He sighed softly, realizing that he could not reverse the course of this meeting.
Finally, Li Mu ceased speaking further. He removed his hands from the handlebars and adopted a peaceful posture to indicate he meant no harm. Every movement was executed with heightened caution as he slowly dismounted from the motorcycle with steady and light steps. He did not approach them directly but instead stood at a slight distance, raising his hands slightly to signal that he bore no weapons and was ready to hand over his phone at any moment. The two men's indifferent gazes remained locked onto him; the sense of oppression clung to him like a shadow while the surrounding air felt increasingly cold and suffocating, enveloping the entire alley in darkness.
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