"Go ahead."
4399 had just spoken and walked toward the white door.
A man and a cat exchanged looks and followed behind him.
8848 walked at the very back, like a bailiff escorting a prisoner.
It was only when they were about two hundred meters from the white door that Liu Zheng realized it was not standing alone.
Next to the door, there was a desk with another uniformed person seated behind it.
The seal and cap badge were the same, except his face had no features but a pitch-black key.
Liu Zheng's expression was slightly odd, not because of the man with a key for a face, but because of the coffee maker on the desk.
He could not fathom how this City Hall employee managed to drink coffee—perhaps he opened his top and poured it straight in?
"Here."
4399 reached the desk and handed over the documents to the Key Man.
The Key Man took the documents, checked them, and then filed them away in a drawer.