The liaison office was a small, detached building. A tiny grocery store on the first floor served as cover.
Luo Yan walked into the grocery store. The bored clerk behind the counter yawned lazily and said, "Look around and take whatever you want."
Luo Yan went straight to the counter and lightly tapped the countertop, making the clerk, who had been dozing on it, lift his head at once.
"What's wrong with you? Don't you have any sense? Can't you see that I'm—"
He caught sight of the Nuoxi Opera Mask beneath the cloak and shuddered. "You're—no, you're Minister Red Ghost?"
Luo Yan nodded and casually asked, "Is Minister Li here?"
"Our minister is busy with countless affairs and isn't at Mangshan Base right now. Please, head upstairs."
The clerk hurried out from behind the counter, bowing and scraping as he led Luo Yan to the second floor.
After knocking on the second-floor door, the clerk invited Luo Yan inside, then went downstairs to mind the store.
Luo Yan stepped through the door and saw that the rooms on the second floor had been opened up and arranged into a communications room.
A row of instruments stood at the far end. Most of them were servers and computers, while bundles of red and yellow cables had been casually tossed across the floor.
Luo Yan had no idea what had happened, but everyone in the room looked tense. Some stood by the windows making phone calls, while others were bent over the instruments, adjusting something.
Just then, a man walked over. His hair was disheveled, and he had buttoned his shirt incorrectly. He looked extremely busy.
"Sorry, Minister Red Ghost. I hope this mess isn't an eyesore."
Luo Yan nodded. "Did something happen?"
"This morning, one of our technical teams entered