CLACK.
Two pairs of feet stepped onto the deck.
Xing Hechou and Thousand-miles Sealing Blade looked around at the empty ship and the gruesome bloodstains that covered the deck, their expressions grave.
Xing Hechou loosely clenched his fist, a green stream of air swirling around his knuckles, while Thousand-miles Sealing Blade placed his hand on his sword scabbard, quietly pushing the sword guard with his thumb to reveal a section of the blade.
THUD, THUD, THUD.
The sound of footsteps grew louder, coming closer. A figure wearing a windbreaker, hands in pockets, slowly emerged from the shadows of the bridge, calmly gazing at the two men.
"Li Ang?"
Xing Hechou, who had already obtained information on Li Ang through various channels, was extremely astonished. "Aren't you still in Tokyo?"
"Just a clone."
The Mo Si Clone spoke calmly, "Judging by your voice, you must be the Special Affairs Bureau Director, Xing Hechou, right?"
"Yes."
