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The park bench creaked under a slouched figure, hood pulled low to obscure a face trying to disappear. Across the street, Chi Cheng watched with predatory patience. He recognized the restless leg, the lazy shoulder tilt. It amused him how Wu Suo Wei ran but never escaped. Chi Cheng crossed the path, stopping feet away. Suo Wei pretended ignorance, fingers twitching. “Found you,” Chi Cheng said, voice low, threaded with triumph. A half-smile, half-threat. Silence, save for a shrieking bird. But Chi Cheng felt the shiver, the caught breath. No matter the distance, he always found him.