Qinghe watched his retreating figure, revealing a meaningful smile. Mo Kuang, let's see how capable you are. She had on her something Mu'er had invented to evade surveillance, no doubt Mo Kuang would have it too. But when she came yesterday, that was far from all she relied on—her Special Ability made her even more formidable, allowing her to come and go with ease.
The guards were bored and almost dozing off. They were merely mafia henchmen, not professional soldiers. They didn't have the same resolve or stamina; standing watch for a few hours was already too much for them.
