The setting sun tilted westward, and the reddish afterglow passed through the treetops into the Western restaurant. The five members of the brigade sat on the sofa, and the waiter brought glasses on dark plates.
The Bloodline poured a glass of whiskey, lifted her eyes from the glass, and looked towards Xia Pingzhou sitting opposite.
She asked, "So... do you know this Bernardo?"
Xia Pingzhou was slightly dazed for a second, a sea breeze blowing from outside the window, his black hair swaying in the wind. Before coming here, he would never have thought that the new member of the brigade would be such a remarkable person.
"No, I don't," he said slowly.
Just now, when the name "Bernardo Edward" came from the Bloodline's mouth, Ji Minghuan's thoughts exploded in his mind.
