That evening, Yun Yue returned to Lin Family's residence and bolted the door early.
Her wet hair was a tangled mess as she casually wiped it with a dry towel.
Sitting at the desk, she booted up the bulky computer with her legs crossed, sipping on the brewed coffee.
She had secretly added sugar, making it sickeningly sweet.
But surprisingly, it tasted good.
"Have you arrived?" she lazily leaned back in her chair, holding her smartphone, her fingertips lightly tapping on its thick back cover, her eyebrows raised boldly, her posture unrestrained.
"Yes, when should we make our move?" Mo Fan, dressed in a black special agent suit, sat in a modified bulletproof vehicle, sleek and fierce.
At that moment, they were on a street next to the Weapon Association headquarters, where few residents lived, making it very desolate with dim streetlights.
