Time passed quickly and noon arrived in the blink of an eye.
In a low house in the city's slums, Mu'en appeared here.
He didn't stay long when "bang," the door was violently burst open, and one of his subordinates stumbled in.
Mu'en looked up and frowned, "What's the panic, what happened?"
The subordinate spoke with an urgent tone, "Boss, something's not right, the number six line just went dead."
"Do you mean the number six line has fallen into enemy hands?"
"I'm afraid so."
"That doesn't matter," Mu'en kept his composure, "We've anticipated this scenario and taken protective measures. As long as the crucial core information hasn't been compromised, we're fine."
"But..." The subordinate hesitated, clearly intimidated.
