Pausing slightly in his steps, Bi Xia followed the attendant into the private room, looking at Ye Xiao and others who had already entered and begun singing. Just like usual, he made jokes while taking the wine they handed him, and then sat on the sofa, watching the lyrics on the screen, ’Are they friend or foe?’

[Unclear, but since it has already affected the space, this person is probably quite formidable.] Xiao Wu thought for a moment and said, [I’ll try to sneak in and take a look, but I might not be able to go deep, otherwise I could be discovered.]

’What about 007?’

[Brother 007 has already gone to repair the space.]

’Alright, be careful and know your limits.’

Xiao Wu chuckled, [Don’t worry, we’re quite capable, it’s just that the enemy is in the shadows right now, so we need to proceed cautiously.]

Nodding expressionlessly, Bi Xia sat in the private room with Ye Xiao and others, mingling until about half past the hour, tilting his head to swallow the last glass of wine, slightly closing his eyes, fingertips tapping the back of the sofa.

[Majesty.]

’Returned?’

[Yes,] 007 transformed into the previously formatted little man, [I have twisted off the tail of that thing, I’ll study it later.]

’Examine it if there’s no problem, but discard it immediately if there is, safety is paramount.’

[Rest assured, I know,] 007 looked at the animal-like tail still bouncing inside the glass it collided with, [Do you have to go today?]

’What’s wrong?’

[I fear it’s a trap, because my feeling is not good right now. The fluctuation of that spiritual power is too strong, able to affect me, it must be not simple.] 007 spoke honestly without concealment, knowing that the slightest concealment at this time might cause unpredictable consequences...

Bi Xia nodded, ’I understand, don’t worry.’

Suddenly, Xiao Wu slowly opened its eyes, it said, [Sister, if you go now, there will be acquaintances present.]

Dragon Ao underground parking lot

The man dressed in a white tracksuit casually glanced around the surveillance with clear eyes, a gentle arc faintly curved on his lips. Without bothering with the surveillance, he strode towards the depths of the underground parking lot.

"Who are you!"

A person appeared from nowhere, blocking the man’s path with a vicious expression, scanning the man up and down, as if emitting X-rays.

Only to hear the man chuckle lightly, "Even your boss wouldn’t dare stop me, what kind of thing are you?"

As the words fell, the man let out a sudden scream, looked at the man incredulously, and collapsed straight to the ground. On his forehead was a circular bloody hole.

His clear eyes indifferent, a flash of coldness passed over, looking down at the man who had become a corpse, he sneered, and slowly squatted down, taking a small knife from his pocket, and cutting the thumb of the corpse.

Standing straight, he pressed the thumb against the fingerprint scanner on the secret door. As the secret door slowly opened, looking at the passage inside, the man indifferently tossed the thumb onto the ground as if it were used trash—no, by his standards, he would at least throw trash into the trash can, yet this was directly discarded onto the ground...less than trash.

Taking the fruit knife stained with blood and cleaning it thoroughly, tossing it onto the corpse, the man stepped inside. The secret door slowly closed behind him, as if he had no awareness, he navigated through one path after another, familiar as if he were at home, placing a Pokémon sticker at every corner he passed. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

At the last intersection, he looked at the last Charizard sticker in his hand, clear eyes slightly bent, lightly laughing, and stuck it in the most prominent place. The gentle voice gradually flowed out, akin to a lover’s soft whisper, "Your master should return, right..."

Glancing at the Charizard breathing fire, even from the sticker it’s arrogant, thinking of another figure always holding up his chin, defiant and cold yet cunning and clever, the smile on the man’s lips widened, turning into the corner.

Seeing the final iron door, the faint sound of children crying came from within. Looking down, he pulled out his phone, checking the time—eight thirty-five. Clear eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his hand to push open the iron door.