In a remote and dilapidated hotel, Wu Mei had found this place based on the address of the message. Warily, she stepped onto the stairs and tiptoed to the outside of the room.
The wooden door was slightly ajar, and she could almost see K's back facing the door as he stood in front of the window.
Wu Mei narrowed her eyes and took out the dagger she carried with her. Clutching it in her palm, she apprehensively kicked the door open and said in a mocking tone, "Has the Ministry of Defense not given you a salary recently? A high-ranking Special Agent asking me to meet you at a place like this? It'll be a joke if word gets out!"
K turned his head, his dark eyes cold in the night. He raised his hand and tugged on a transparent fishing line by the window.
