Chapter 73: Asking the Guest into the Urn (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket)

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Whoosh—

He Ao drew back the curtains, and the early morning sunlight streamed through the grand floor-to-ceiling window, illuminating the entire room.

He leaned against the window, silently watching the young man in front of him dressed in a simple combat suit.

The young man appeared to be in his late twenties, and his combat suit resembled that of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, but it was not the FBI's suit. It looked like some kind of civilian version.

The young man was visibly startled to see He Ao, but with the window already blocked by He Ao, he took a few steps back, ready to open the room door, only to find that no matter how he twisted the doorknob, he couldn't open it.

He Ao had promptly jammed the door shut with a door-stop after the man entered.

His plan was not complicated, just a simple case of luring the enemy into the trap.