He and His Black Moonlight

My head throbbed.

I was here to see Bai Man.

If someone else got wind of me along the way, I was done for.

I floored the accelerator, speeding up like a madman.

My car careened wildly through the narrow streets, like it was out of control.

The car behind me also picked up speed.

Unfamiliar with the terrain, I turned into a dead end.

The car behind me blocked my escape, and a group of thugs got out.

They were Bai Man’s people.

I actually felt a sense of relief.

Right now, anyone but Bai Man getting involved would just make things harder.

Bai Man was originally drawn using my own features as a reference.

Since Bai Man and Bai Qing were sisters, it was natural that I resembled Bai Qing.

The thugs swept their flashlights across my face a few times, then reported back to Bai Man on the phone: “Sister Man, we’ve got Bai Qing.”

Just as I was about to speak, a sharp pain shot through my neck.

Someone had given me an injection in the neck.