Lu Mian's eyes still had a mischievous glint, but there was a slight reduction in her wariness and vigilance.
She waved her hand nonchalantly, "Oh, it's you, old man."
The man standing before her was the second-generation leader of the International Elite Group, a man associated with the "Magician" in the Tarot Cards, the only one who knew the real identities of all the organization's members and held all the internal secrets.
However, the leader's mask was different from theirs; it was pure black. Lu Mian had had her eye on that pure black mask for a long time since she wasn't very fond of the fancy masks the commanders wore.
The middle-aged man referred to as the old man glared, flicked the girl's cheek with his finger, and the mask emitted a muffled sound.
"What old man, call me mentor."
"…" Lu Mian let out a light chuckle and nodded in good spirits, "Alright, old man mentor."
The other party scolded her, "Mian Xiaobao!"
