The night wind was cool.
I don't know if it was because of the Dead Tide disaster, but the autumn of the fourth year was colder than the previous year. Even the temperature inside the Underground City had dropped to sixteen degrees.
Su Mo rose and slowly walked toward the only tall wardrobe in the office.
Naturally, he couldn't wear the Special Hunting Suit he had prepared for their wagered battle if he was going to the bar to join in the fun.
However, when he gently opened the wardrobe door, the scene before him left him momentarily stunned.
The wardrobe looked ordinary enough, but it concealed a mystery within. Its interior had been expanded to ten times its original volume, covering nearly twenty square meters and transforming into a small walk-in closet.
As the wardrobe door opened, rows of concealed spotlights quietly lit up, casting down a soft glow that illuminated the interior.
Directly opposite the wardrobe door was a large full-length mirror. Its surface was clear and flawless, showing that someone cleaned it regularly.
On both sides of the mirror were transparent glass cabinets filled with all kinds of clothing.
From classic formal suits to fitted casual suits, then to relaxed sports jackets, denim jackets, and hoodies. Every style was clearly handmade. The colors ranged from the deep black and navy shades Su Mo favored to slightly brighter gray, dark green, and everything in between.
At a glance, there were more than thirty types of tops alone, enough to dazzle the eye.
Beneath the dazzling array of tops, the extended sections of the glass cabinets had been cleverly designed to conceal an equally rich selection of trousers. Every pair had been neatly folded or hung on special trouser racks, preserving its shape while making it convenient for Su