The Third Prince

Seeing these things, almost immediately, Helian Wei Wei thought of that room filled with camouflage equipment in Young Master Tang's Villa. She could not help but lift her gaze to look at Tu Sufeng, unable to hide her admiration. 

"These are all yours." Tu Sufeng lifted one of the dangling ornaments worn by women, shaking it gently.

Shoot!

A sudden sound exploded.

Three silver needles could be seen penetrating through the wall with extraordinary strength.

Helian Wei Wei's thin lips curled up. "Not bad."

"It is a little lackluster compared to your multi-morphing umbrella." Tu Sufeng's words were full of charm.

Helian Wei Wei flexed her fingers and picked up a few things, swiveling them left and right. She smiled and said, "They all have their uses." Such a complete and refined armory, befitting of the world-renowned Battle Spirit Forces. With all this equipment, she could definitely move around stealthily and kill with no trace.