The following day.
Everything had returned to normal.
After breakfast.
Fang Hao, along with Demitrija and Aseti, headed to the No. 01 Trade Alliance base once more.
However, to avoid unnecessary trouble, the three of them had put on some disguises before setting out.
Fang Hao wore a wig and padded his body to appear bulkier, while Demitrija donned a grey cloak over his golden armor.
He looked like a pilgrim, a devotee of an Ancient Saint.
Aseti also wore a long cloak to cover the armor beneath.
The trio stepped out of the teleportation screen.
There weren't many people at the base today, and the few scattered pedestrians on the street made it seem somewhat deserted.
Fang Hao took out the shell business card, glanced at the address, and led the other two towards the commercial district in the west part of the city.
Their journey was brisk and uneventful, without giving much attention to the people around them.