12 A.M. was the liveliest hour in Tian Que.
In the women's restroom.
Gu Mang was alone inside.
A virtual keyboard was projected on the ceramic counter of the sink.
A mini projector was aimed at a wall and words appeared on it.
Gu Mang struck a careless pose as she stood with a bent leg while her beautiful fingers typed quickly on the virtual keyboard.
A slim lady's cigarette hung from her lips but it was unlit.
She had a cold look in her eyes and a tiny smirk on her lips that made her look penetratingly wicked.
Suddenly, her hands stopped.
The pupils of her pretty eyes contracted.
At the same time, the surveillance room in Tian Que broke out in chaos as all the monitors went dark.
After ten minutes, Gu Mang received some news.
[It's done. Disperse.]
A large crowd of people clad in black moved around in Tian Que as though they were searching for someone.
