Three minutes ago, on the Thames River, inside the cabin of a cargo ship.
Five children were sitting on the bed in the cabin, curiously examining the walls.
Ji Minghuan's collar projected a beam of light forward, forming a projection on the wall.
He sighed, feeling like a human projector.
Looking at the projection with a face full of speechlessness, he saw that it first displayed the location of the "Red Light"—an underground bar called "Eden" in the southern part of the Westminster District—then showed the appearance of the mission target, the appearance of the Celestial Driver, and other information.
"Whoa! This guy is so ugly," Sun Changkong clicked his tongue, showing his little tiger teeth.
"Not too bad... it's just that the expression looks pretty fierce."
Looking at the face of the Red Light in the projection, Ji Minghuan kindly spoke up for his former friend.
