There was amazement, there was envy, there was melancholy, but more than anything, there was a sense of reflection.
The killing field is fair, an infinite world, infinite possibilities. As the heavens move, the gentleman exerts himself tirelessly.
With the emo mood swept away, Zhangsun Yao jumped up from the lazy couch, cheerfully freshening up and enjoying a hearty meal.
She casually placed her phone on a paper-folded bird to watch the UK night news channel in real-time.
She was waiting.
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Yin City time, 11:30 a.m.
London time, 4:30 a.m.
City center, 2 kilometers north of the Thames River.
Flush——
The sound of a toilet flushing came from the hotel room's bathroom, and soon, a burly MI6 agent walked out, yawning.
The Sky Sports channel on the TV was replaying a football match. In the not-so-spacious room, including him, there were all of eight male and female agents present.
