"I still prefer omurice." Miki Fukada did not get angry at Sun Hang's unreasonable pestering. Instead, she went along with him.
"Speaking of eggs... huh, your face." Sun Hang studied Miki Fukada closely for a few moments. "Quite a few people must have seen you before, right?"
"I've worked with plenty of hunters. Why?"
"Tianfu City is currently filled with elite hunters from across the Federation. Some of them might recognize you," Sun Hang said. "To make absolutely sure..."
"Wouldn't wearing a mask solve that?" Miki Fukada said indifferently. "It's not like they can forcibly take off my mask just to see what I look like."
"A mask would stand out too much. It would draw even more attention." Sun Hang shook his head. "Besides, you're only a mechanic, not a frontline combatant."
"It's perfectly reasonable for a mechanic to wear a gas mask in a harsh workshop environment, isn't it?"
"I have a way to keep you from wearing a mask while making sure that even people who've seen you won't recognize you... want to try it?" Sun Hang said.
"What way?" Miki Fukada's eyes lit up. She suddenly found this guy named Sun Hang rather interesting—at least more interesting than that bunch from the Ability User Administration Department.
"Come here." Sun Hang beckoned to her.
Miki Fukada unfastened her seatbelt and moved from the seat opposite Sun Hang to the one beside him.
"The process might feel a little strange, but you'd better not resist. It'll be quick." After saying that, Sun Hang pressed his palm against Miki Fukada's cheek.
Miki Fukada's facial structure gradually began to change. The alterations were subtle, smaller even than the changes actresses got from cosmetic surgery, yet those tiny differences completely transformed her into another person.
It was not merely her facial