The man in the gray coat seemed to emerge from the mist, exuding an aura of mystery that was difficult to grasp.
His hair appeared somewhat gray, yet his posture was extraordinarily straight and tall.
Since entering the store, he hadn't uttered a word, silently observing everything around him through the gaze hidden behind his round glasses.
Other than previously asking, "What does that assassin look like?" he merged with the background like a silent shadow, without a sense of presence.
Now, finally breaking his silence, it made the store feel even quieter.
The clock on the wall ticked, "tick-tock," "tick-tock."
Master Lin stared for a long time, some emotion seemingly surging deep within his eyes.
Then, he slowly adjusted his reading glasses, turned to look at Fang Cheng and the others, and said in a hoarse voice:
"You can finish work now."
The tone was calm, yet indisputable.
Fang Cheng slightly furrowed his brows.
