"Fresh air?" Qiu Mujin roared, raising her hand and giving a heavy slap to the back of the other person's head, knocking their baseball cap right off. "Such a bold move, transferring in broad daylight, and with four people, no less. Are you afraid the Foundation's satellites won't be able to track you down?"
The man wearing the baseball cap had a fierce look, the type that seemed at home on the tough streets year-round. But now, he appeared like a child caught misbehaving, head bowed, not daring even to pick his cap up.
Seeing the man remain silent, Qiu Mujin sighed helplessly. She had no time to waste on these street rats; she cast a fierce glare at the four of them and pushed open the office door.
...
Judging by the structure and style of the office, the area outside should have been a hallway or conference room of an office building. However, when Qiu Mujin opened the door, what met her eyes was a scene that was rare even in science fiction movies.
