The faltering mechanical drone finally held out until it dropped in front of Mu Fan before its power was depleted, crashing into the ground with a crisp clang of steel.
The eyes of the three landed simultaneously on this exquisitely crafted steel framework.
White Hair and the Fat Brother exchanged a glance and turned to Mu Fan, saying, "You open it yourself, I see there's only one switch on it."
Mu Fan's gaze fell on the drone, he nodded, lifting the delicate little mechanical creation off the ground with one hand, and pressing the mechanical switch with the other.
With a click, a folded piece of paper lightly floated out, caught in Mu Fan's hand like lightning.
The drone had finally completed its mission.
Mu Fan glanced at White Hair and the Fat Brother, then his gaze settled on the card held between his left thumb and forefinger.
"I'm really curious, who exactly is it?"
