Zhao Xuan and another police officer burst into the conference room directly.
Following them was Xia, but he didn't follow them into the conference room. He stayed where he was, adjusted his position, and then began to transform. Countless transparent lines appeared on his body, dividing it into multiple parts, as if plastered against the blinds that matched the background color. Then his entire figure vanished from the corridor, leaving no trace behind whatsoever.
There was no sound of breathing or heartbeat, no weight—nothing. Even if someone walked right through the spot where he had just been, they would feel nothing at all.
For a moment, Xia felt like he was everything.