A jet-black Flying Artifact slowly ascended. After passing the City Defense Army's inspection, it sped out of the city.
「Two days later.」
The Flying Artifact descended over a ruined city. It circled for a moment before landing on a building that resembled a school.
HISS...
The hatch opened.
Qiann Lan leaped out first. The device over her left eye rapidly scanned the area, and she turned her head to report:
"Mr. Zhu, it's clear."
"He's the Federation's biggest Black Market dealer. If he were that easy to read, he wouldn't have survived this long." Zhu Ju stepped out of the Flying Artifact's cabin, straightened his clothes, and looked toward the nearby ruins.
"John, my friend, you're here. Why don't you come out so we can talk!"
CLAP!
CLAP! CLAP!
The sound of crisp applause echoed.
Space rippled like the surface of a pond, and a blond, blue-eyed man slowly emerged.
"My dear Zhu, you are quite the mystery. I checked the Federation archives and found no trace of you."
