"Communication has been cut off, quite fast..."
He looked out the window, the night was deep, yet the whole city was brightly lit.
"What needs to come will come, but... Xu, oh Xu, the job this time is much more dangerous than expected, gotta charge extra later."
He muttered to himself while snapping his fingers.
In the room, many things started moving on their own.
Drawers opened by themselves, and the documents, drugs, files inside flew out one by one, diving into a jumping and bouncing leather suitcase.
The wardrobe door opened, pieces of clothing flew over to the suitcase, folded themselves neatly, and were packed inside.
Among them, a suit consisting of a white Chinese-style inner lining, black pants, and a black trench coat flew to Li Ang's side.
He reached out his hands, his casual clothes detached from his body, and the new set donned itself onto him.
Meanwhile, another case opened by itself, a long and a short gun flew out, landing on the table laid out.
