Chapter 62 Turning Oneself In, Setting a Trap
“The weather’s good. Ideal for a ‘kill.’”
Wang Yun narrowed his eyes, meticulously surveying the area around him.
His current appearance was of a man aged beyond his years, with hair that was brittle and dry. Deep wrinkles marred his face, his posture was hunched, and burn marks peppered the back of his hands. He genuinely looked like someone in his late seventies.
With a smile and his aged visage, Wang Yun sat off toward the Qingnan Residential Area.
It was a short distance away, just a ten-minute cab ride.
When he arrived, he noticed several elderly individuals exercising in the community’s open space.
Although the Qingnan complex was marked for demolition, and many residents had already relocated, a few still remain. The actual tearing down was still a ways off.
Given their early-bird habits, the elderly were out and about, partaking in morning exercises.
With unhurried, measured steps, Wang Yun approached one such individual.