505 Eleven Fingers

The air in the hallway was thick and sticky. Time seemed to have been frozen. A weird face suddenly appeared on the colorful carpet. It gazed at Li Yao and Fei Ming, who were stepping over it in silence.

When the two of them disappeared in the emergence exit, the weird face said softly, "Plan A went smoothly. Clean up the traces and fall back in half a minute, every team."

The weird face softly whistled. After a 'Bo' sound, something seemed to break. The hot and damp hallway resumed its usual wind and coolness immediately.

The weird face smiled. It melted into the carpet and vanished.

Li Yao was sitting inside a fully-sealed limo shuttle whose windows had been blocked by light beams to stop him from seeing the outside.

The shuttle was running very steadily, to the extent that it felt stationary.

Li Yao was studying the gyro wholeheartedly, with a satisfied and spellbound face.