Thud, thud.
The old man took two steps back, holding the removed hood in his hands.
But then—
"Hehe... hehehehehehehe!"
He quickly regained his composure and, looking at Lin Xian with a dry laugh and squinting eyes, said,
"Child, it's too late..."
Boom!!!!!
Boom!!!!!
Boom!!!!!
Brilliant white light burst forth, consuming everything.
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...
...
On the luxurious bed, Lin Xian opened his eyes.
"How did it go?"
VV opened the electric curtains, and the dazzling sunlight streamed in.
It was midday in New York, and the sun was just right.
"Pretty awkward, I'm still getting goosebumps, too cringe-worthy."
"I'm asking what the old man said!" VV yelled.
"He said, it's too late."
Lin Xian rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed:
"But that's not important. What's important is, just like you said, the moment I yelled out Kevin Walker's name, he did indeed get startled, his pupils contracted violently for a moment."
