The little girl turned her head and glared fiercely at Zhou Qingfeng, "I don't want to talk to you! You're a liar, you're not really FBI at all!
No genuine FBI would brutally beat up street gangs like you do. Everyone in the neighborhood knows you're a fake!"
Zhou Qingfeng was momentarily speechless, feeling slightly embarrassed.
He indeed hadn't expected that his overly "friendly" and "helpful" demeanor would get him exposed so quickly.
Lucy sarcastically laughed at this.
Since even the little girl saw through him, Zhou Qingfeng decided to stop pretending. He reached up and peeled off the gelatin mask from his neck, revealing his true face.
"Phew—" he exhaled deeply, rubbing his slightly reddened skin, "Wearing this thing for too long is really uncomfortable, it's suffocating and stifling."
Lucy watched Zhou Qingfeng with great interest, clearly having anticipated this. The middle-aged father busy in the kitchen glanced back but didn't seem to care.
