Nimotin sneered, "I knew it, your resume and identity are contradictory, I intentionally asked some extra questions."
Li Aozi remained silent, his face covered in frost, yet still perfectly composed. That was not surprising; Nimotin interpreted this as a final struggle.
She walked around Li Aozi with a self-satisfied air, the barrel of the gun in her palm continually encircling his head.
She had not found any weapons on him, and the implanted plugin in her brain detected no cybernetic or metal implants on Li Aozi—his body was clean.
"Just as I thought—the Rose Army was a ruse; you spared no effort to infiltrate the Outer World, seeking to find the Red Arrow Empire's contact, didn't you?"
Li Aozi raised his head, looking at her squarely, his grey eyes completely calm.
Nimotin sneered:
"It seems, then, that the identity of Li Aozi is also fake—tell me, since when have you been infiltrating Frost Plated?"
