This high platform at the intersection's transfer hub had an undeniably excellent view. Greenery swayed amid the downpour, and the surrounding area was visible at a glance.
Its only drawback was probably that it was exposed to the wind on all sides.
But after Yu Ze painted a layer of fiery red across the ground at the center, this small flaw ceased to matter, and the place immediately became much more comfortable.
The fiery red color brought not only sunlike warmth, but also a certain calming effect.
Even a cunning rabbit had three burrows. This place was one of the rendezvous points their team had decided on beforehand. Back when they had been speaking through their earpieces, the two of them had already reported their situation in the team channel.
By now, the other three were on their way over.
That was precisely why neither of them was in a hurry to ask about the information. Thinking was not suited to either of them; their team had people far better suited for it.
Casting a somewhat disdainful glance at Yu Ze, who was fixing his hair in front of a mirror, Qin Lin flipped her hand and pulled a strangely shaped flintlock gun from beneath her skirt.
From its appearance, it was a long rifle that shimmered with a faint silver gleam throughout. However, attached to the rifle was a clock-like dial.
Perhaps some component was missing, but the dial lacked an hour hand. Only the minute and second hands moved across its face.
After turning the dial on the gun forward by thirty minutes, Qin Lin raised the gun and fired straight into her own chin.
In the blink of an eye, as the gunshot rang out, she instantly went from a drenched rat to perfectly dry. Her entire