Fengzi stopped, bracing herself against a streetlamp as she caught her breath. Her work clothes had vanished, replaced by a Lolita-style dress, little leather shoes, and a bow on her head. She had been transformed from a bold, uninhibited female mechanic into a shy, adorable Lolita girl.
At this point, even her coworkers probably would not have recognized her. Fengzi leaned toward the mirror at the neighboring stall and glanced at her current appearance, immediately feeling a stomachache. She complained to Zhang Heng, "How did you make me look like this? I look like some dainty little woman."
"..."
"Weren't you already a woman?"
"Have you ever seen a woman who can repair hydraulic pipes and sling sixty pounds of parts right over her shoulder?" Fengzi scoffed.
"That's exactly why you need this style. The greater the contrast, the less likely anyone is to recognize you," Zhang Heng reminded her. "Your behavior should match the outfit too. Stop putting your foot on the lamp post. Try standing with your legs together."
"Are you going to make me add 'teehee' after every sentence next?"
"It wouldn't hurt to try."
Fengzi rolled her eyes. "Forget it. I'd rather get caught."
"Trust me, you don't want to fall into those people's hands," Zhang Heng said. "They'll use any means necessary to force me to show myself."
Zhang Heng was not trying to scare Fengzi. Back at the bar, if he had arrived a few seconds later, she would most likely have suffered massive internal bleeding in her spleen.
"So just who did you piss off?" Fengzi asked curiously. "You got everyone in Second Layer Space rushing to capture us."
"Shengtang Morgan."
"Shengtang Morgan?" Fengzi raised an eyebrow, seeming about to let out her signature hearty laugh. But Zhang Heng did not look like