Xia Lei parked his car a little way off, then walked towards Night in Paris. A BMW worth two million was not the top of the luxury cars line but it still drew a lot of attention and he didn’t want that. 

He spotted Qin Xiang as he neared the coffee shop, standing in a corner where the lamplight didn’t reach. He walked over and his gaze swept the glass storefront of the coffee shop as he passed. He quickly spotted the worker; all the names and faces of the employees of Thunder Horse Manufacturing had been memorised. 

The worker was from Zhou Xiao-Hong’s team in Workshop One, and was named Xiang Hong-Bin. He was one of the students they had recruited from the vocational schools. 

It looked like it was Xiang Hong-Bin’s first time in an upscale coffee shop like this and he was uncomfortable. He kept looking out the window once in a while, as if waiting for someone to appear. 

“Lei, whose car are you driving?” asked Qin Xiang. He had good eyes as a thief and he still saw the car though Xia Lei had parked it further off. 

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