"Come inside first, we can talk later." Zhang Ze pushed open the heavy door in front of him and gestured invitingly.
Just as he was about to close the door, he held back his junior sister, "Wait a moment."
Under her perplexed gaze, Zhang Ze reached out towards the back of her neck.
Following along her clothing, going down, further down...
The junior sister immediately froze on the spot.
"You... don't do this, the door isn't closed yet, I'm... not angry..."
"Shh." Zhang Ze made a quiet sign and, after fumbling around for a while, pulled up the thing he wanted with a yank.
It was the small Fuji.
A spy-type Fuji as thin as a cicada's wing.
Zhang Ze folded the Fuji neatly and threw it like a dart.
After sending it flying, he checked his pocket, took out a small medicine bottle, opened the cap, and released a mushroom Fuji.
