Qian Jiangyue and Hawkeye walked side by side down the corridor. Even after leaving the original floor, the two still hadn't exchanged words. Hawkeye waited for Qian Jiangyue to speak, while Qian Jiangyue pondered how to share his discoveries with Hawkeye without Wu You noticing.
The white smoke in the corridor had thinned considerably, to the point where not wearing a smoke-resistant mask wasn't bothersome. Soon, in front of them appeared the position of Paper Money marked on A4 paper. Green flames lightly flickered at the edge of the square-shaped Paper Money, as if ready to extinguish at any moment.
Qian Jiangyue squatted down, looking at the burning Paper Money, and pulled out a lighter with his right hand. It was an ordinary press-type lighter, the type you could buy anywhere and throw away once used. He pressed down with his right thumb, and the flame shot out from the nozzle, then shrank, maintaining a steady height of about 2 to 3 centimeters from the nozzle.
