Chapter 3: A Misunderstanding
Inside the pitch-black mine shaft, it wasn't completely without light. One just couldn't adapt immediately after coming in from the outside's brightness.
Every so often, a simple oil lamp hung on the tunnel wall, providing dim light, barely enough to see the way.
The two figures, one tall and one short, carrying shoulder poles, deliberately slowed their steps, looking back and forth from time to time.
These two secretive individuals were precisely the ones Shen Youkun had grit his teeth about not clearing out. Their heights alone were enough to distinguish who was who.
After they had widened the distance from the miners ahead and confirmed no one was approaching from behind, the tall Wu Jinliang still looked traumatized, grumbling softly to his companion, “That was close, Shen Youkun almost recognized us. I told you this was dangerous, not to come, but you insisted on joining the fun.”
Shi Chun mumbled back, “It's fine, isn't it? We've repeatedly confirmed it through our informant; they're all new faces from out of town. Except for Shen Youkun, none of them should know us.
Running into him face-to-face just now was pure coincidence; it can't happen all the time.”
Wu Jinliang glared, reminding him, “I'm telling you, Chuntian, don't be so complacent.
What we're doing is too brazen. What if we run into him again? He's not blind; he can't keep misidentifying us.