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Feng Zi was still standing on tiptoes, looking around for Zhang Heng. Then, suddenly, someone tapped her shoulder. After that, she heard someone speak to her.

"Let's get out of here first," the voice said.

Feng Zi was overjoyed when she heard Zhang Heng. However, when she turned around, she saw an unfamiliar face. Earlier, Red had to mix into the crowd by putting on a mask and changing her clothes. As for Zhang Heng, his solution was simpler. All he needed to do was to wipe off his makeup and restore his original appearance.

"Huh?" Feng Zi reacted quickly. "So this is how you really look? What about that woman? Aren't you going after her? Wait, are you the one going after her or is it the other way round? By the way, are you guys assassins?"

"This matter has nothing to do with you. Just leave this place, go home, and have a good night's sleep," Zhang Heng said.