He heard a woman calling his name. Her voice seemed to come from very far away, and he couldn't tell which direction it came from—it surrounded him on all sides.
Zhang Qizheng couldn't help shuddering. Though he'd prepared himself mentally, now that it was his turn, fear still came crashing over him like a tide.
The clues were still unclear, and as the next person chosen, he had slim odds of succeeding.
"Mr. Zhang, looks like you're up this time?" The Fatty's voice pulled Zhang Qizheng back to reality.
Zhang Qizheng forced himself to stay calm, his expression grim. "It's me. I heard the voice."
They had already figured out who the woman was. The mission now hinged on finding the real First Lady, and to do that, he needed to lift the woman's veil.
At the thought of lifting the veil while standing face-to-face with her, Zhang Qizheng's brows knitted tightly. This was beyond risking his life—it was practically asking to die.
Seeing this, Lu Qin put on a concerned expression. "Mr. Zhang, don't worry. Just follow the plan we discussed. Even if you fail, you'll only fall into a temporary slumber. Don't worry, we're here too. Once the mission is finally complete, everyone will wake up."
To be fair, Lu Qin had a point. But coming from someone like her, it sounded rather sinister, and Zhang Qisheng didn't want to entertain her.
"Mr. Zhang, after lifting the veil, you may be able to find the real First Lady's whereabouts. It'd be great if you could steal the embroidered ball in one go, but if anything seems wrong, please do your best to leave us a clue."
Jiang Cheng had phrased it tactfully, but the meaning was clear: no one expected Zhang Qizheng to steal the embroidered ball successfully