The young deacon had served Christine for a long time and understood her heart well: "Then, please allow me to prepare a new set of clothes for you."
"Hmm." Christine nodded slowly, "Don't forget the gun."
At the Global Center, fists do the talking.
Although her physical fitness was poor and she didn't know any fighting techniques, her marksmanship was first-rate.
Shooting with perfect accuracy was something she could achieve.
"Understood." The young deacon acknowledged and immediately went to make preparations.
Meanwhile, at the Supernatural Affairs Office.
Wen Chaosheng was trying to sneak into the director's office but was caught a few steps away from success.
"What are you sneaking around for so early in the morning? Even ghosts seem more human than you!" The director of the Supernatural Affairs Office easily grabbed Wen Chaosheng by the ear, "Aren't you supposed to be on vacation? Why are you here now? Don't give me that overtime nonsense! I know you too well!"
