Upon reaching the second floor, Ke Mingye slid open the door to enter the first booth. Under the tangerine light, the doll raised its eyes, and the three familiar faces were still what caught his gaze.
Fan Quan sat in the middle of the sofa, flipping through a black leather bible without looking up as he spoke.
"It seems everyone is here. Let's make a quick introduction of our skills, then we can get started."
Ke Mingye made the doll bow its head to glance at the three handguns on the table, and asked, puzzled, "Are we ready to start now? Shouldn't we distribute the guns first?"
Fan Quan shook his head, his eyes signaling towards Qing Meng, "No, all three guns are hers."
Qing Meng was still clad in a punk-style jacket over a white T-shirt, and her pale blue hair was tied back into a ponytail.
