Time flew by and it was past four o'clock in the afternoon.

The time for Wang Yueheng to meet his "mysterious old friend" was fast approaching.

Just as Ambassador Peng Yingli and others had guessed.

Through the window of the embassy's reception room.

A group of foreigners holding various banners can already be seen gathered around the embassy.

The sign read, "Protest against the British Museum's illegal donation of cultural relics!"

The slogans included: "Boycott cultural relic donations! Wang Yueheng, get out of Britain!"

Dozens of London police officers immediately appeared nearby to maintain order.

"Get out!"

"Leave our country!"

"I hate you!"...

The British citizens who gathered for the march looked indignant and kept shouting insults.

Clearly, these local residents also knew that Wang Yueheng's trip was to celebrate the return of Chinese cultural relics by Britain.

"I wonder how these people will react when they find out I saved their lives..."

Wang Yueheng did not take this to heart.

Anyone would be furious if their own country's museum lost more than 20,000 rare artifacts to another country.

These people, besides making incompetent clamors, can actually do nothing.

But today, I have to save the residents of this city in front of the whole world.

It can only be said that fate plays tricks on people...

"Yue Heng, the car is ready and downstairs."

Then Mo Zixue came over, knocked on the door and said.

She was wearing a simple white shirt jacket, light blue jeans, and white sneakers.

To avoid being recognized by passersby, the tall girl was now wearing a pair of brown sunglasses.

Her fair, oval face, accentuated by sunglasses, exuded a cool and sophisticated aura.

Through the lenses of his sunglasses, Wang Yueheng could vaguely see that the other person's eyes were still a little red, as if he had just cried.

"It's so close, let's just walk there. I'm afraid it will be hard to find someone if we take a car."

Wang Yueheng also took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on, and then put a black baseball cap on his head.

"Oh well…"

Seemingly recalling the other person's original intention for going out, Mo Zixue said in a somewhat dejected voice.

They were escorted by several plainclothes military personnel from the embassy.

Wang Yueheng, carrying a guitar, led Mo Zixue out through a secluded gate in the backyard of the embassy.

"Phew~ No wonder it's a country with a maritime climate."

"It's much cooler here than in Rocky City, USA."

Walking along Portland Street from the embassy to Regent's Park.

Wang Yueheng stretched out his arms, took a deep breath of fresh air, and said.

A cool breeze was blowing, and the sky, covered with dark clouds, was gloomy, as if a heavy rain was brewing.

"During the hottest part of summer here, the average temperature is below 22 degrees Celsius."

"The temperature difference between the four seasons is not significant, and there is a lot of rain, so you always need to carry an umbrella when you go out..."

“We stayed here for a while during our summer study abroad program when we were in high school.”

Mo Zixue walked alongside Wang Yueheng, carrying her white backpack adorned with a teddy bear, and silently became his tour guide.

At this moment, her mind was still somewhat chaotic and depressed.

It's like the dark, gloomy clouds in the sky.

They were also very curious about what the "ex-girlfriend" Wang Yueheng was about to find would look like.

Could she be prettier or have a better personality than me...?

Or perhaps she's a musical prodigy?

Will their old feelings rekindle, and then Wang Yueheng leave her...?

As she thought about it, Mo Zixue felt a pang of panic, and tears almost welled up in her eyes again.

She raised her head, trying to appear indifferent.

He secretly made up his mind.

If it's truly impossible to hold on to this love, then let it remain buried deep in your heart, and let your feelings fade away with the wind...

It's just a short stretch of road, only a few hundred meters long.

A dramatic emotional drama was already unfolding in Mo Zixue's heart.

She even hesitated, wondering if she should avoid Wang Yueheng's "ex-girlfriend" after they met later...

However, at this moment, Wang Yueheng had no time to observe Mo Zixue's expression.

His attention was entirely focused on the mission radar hovering in his field of vision.

The red dot representing Rogerm is currently located in a plaza in Regent's Park ahead.

And it stopped in one spot and didn't move for a long time.

Seeing this, Wang Yueheng quickened his pace and walked in that direction.

Regent's Park Square at dusk.

The setting sun was obscured by dark clouds on the horizon, struggling to radiate a blood-red light through the gaps in the clouds.