Miami, Palm Bay.
The night was like ink, with scattered starlight. Among the greenery, rows of luxury villas were scattered across the quiet streets.
Zhou Qingfeng stood on the viewing platform on the second floor of one villa, hands on the railing, scanning the surrounding darkness.
In the distance, lights flickered in the night, as if waving to him, but they were too far away, bringing a sense of detachment.
Kelly was skinny-dipping in the backyard pool not far from him. Silver ripples danced on the water's surface, her graceful figure rising and falling like a lively fish.
The sound of water gently slapped the pool's wall, breaking the night's silence yet adding a hint of ambiguity.
"Victor, how do you feel?"
Kelly's husband, the villa's owner, Nar Johnson, walked over with a smile. His tone was relaxed, as if he had just come for a casual chat.