When Feng Yi slid into the car, both Jia and Wu's gazes lingered on his face for a moment.
At that time, Feng Yi was still wearing the mask with the King Cobra design, which had a protruding snake's tongue. It resembled the tongue that dangled in front of the mouth of the White Impermanence in ghostly movies, only not as long and much lighter.
As Feng Yi spoke, the snake's tongue on the mask fluttered with his exhaled breath, puffing up and down.
Wu blinked rapidly, then shifted his gaze away without showing any emotion.
Jia, in the front seat, stopped staring at the rearview mirror. He was worried that laughing would cost him a salary deduction.
Looking serious, Jia continued to focus on the road ahead and diverted attention with another topic, "Boss, is it taken care of?"
"Yes."
Feng Yi took off his mask and used the tissue Wu handed him to wipe his feet, still dusty with sand.
Jia asked, "Did you have a standoff with those people?"
