The carriage was brightly lit, yet silent, with only the roar of the large engine echoing in their ears.
Black Cocoon had put his mask back on, activating the voice changer, the metal fit snugly over his head, wrapping around the back of his skull.
He played Minesweeper on his phone with one hand while quietly reading a book, the restraint belt rustling as it turned the pages. Sitting across from him, Ke Qirui was also reading, but it was a detective novel.
"By the way, do your other collaborators know who you are?" Ke Qirui thought for a moment, then suddenly asked.
"Uh... so far, only you and my grandfather know." Black Cocoon said, "Of course, once I've achieved my goal, there'll be no need to continue disguising myself; more and more people will know who I am."
"So you mean... even Xia Pingzhou doesn't know who you are?" Ke Qirui asked curiously, looking up into his eyes.
"Xia Pingzhou? What is Xia Pingzhou? Does he deserve to know who I am?"
