Sharp nose, thin eyebrows, slightly droopy cheeks, faint blue eyes… Qilangos examined himself in the mirror. He was certain that he looked no different from the unconscious man.
After he rehearsed a few of the man's gestures, he bent down to drag the man off the ground and shoved him into a wardrobe.
Then, he extended his right hand. With an audible snap, he broke the man's neck.
Qilangos took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands before closing the wardrobe door.
He slowly walked back to the mirror, wore a black double-breasted frock coat, tied a bowtie, and raised a bottle of amber-colored cologne. He dripped a few drops on his wrist, then dabbed them over himself.
Qilangos tidied his hair in front of the mirror, then walked out of the room. He clasped his hands and told his butler who was waiting outside, "Don't let anyone enter my room; I'm keeping something very important in there."
