At 4:30 in the afternoon, He Ao returned to the Dense Forest Bar.
This time the doorman didn't lead him to that door propped open by a hydraulic rod but took him deeper into the bar, turning several corners, and through a small door into the circular hall he had seen in the morning.
The corpses in the hall had been cleaned up, and Heish was standing in the center of the hall with a black briefcase, waiting for He Ao.
As she watched He Ao approach, she unlocked the briefcase's automatic locks, opened it, and displayed its contents to He Ao.
It was a neatly folded men's evening suit.
"I had a tailor custom-make this for you, try it on to see if it fits," Heish said to He Ao, "Attending such a banquet requires a high standard of dress, and we can't appear unprepared."
He Ao glanced at the suit and his eyes fell on Heish's wine-red pupils.
Those beautiful eyes always radiated a certain brilliance.
They must be prosthetic eyes.
