That fox mask gave Xu Yang an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
He had previously seen a female internet celebrity who could open beer bottle caps in various ways on the Internet, wearing this kind of mask, only covering the upper part of her mouth.
She was eating instant noodles.
Her eyes occasionally swept across the computer screen displaying the surveillance feeds, focusing precisely on the area outside Xu Yang's room.
Suddenly.
A soft sound came from outside the room.
"Who's there?"
The woman instantly became alert, a faintly gleaming short sword appearing in her hand after wiping her palm on her calf.
Inside the room, gray fog was rolling.
A figure emerged from the fog, short in stature, only about four feet tall, with an aged face and a sinister aura, holding a walking stick taller than himself.
"What are you doing here?"
The woman scowled under her mask, clearly displeased, "I've already taken on this mission, don't you know?"
"Do you think I'm here willingly?"
