Mm!
That person was...!?
The moment Fang Ran noticed that figure in his field of vision, surprise and astonishment flashed through his eyes.
"Wait."
"What else is it?"
Serica stopped Annabella from hanging up. Hearing the impatience in her voice, she took out the photo and gestured directly.
"At your seven o'clock, Michael—the maker of the miniature device we found—is over there with you."
Frowning slightly at that, Annabella took off her sunglasses and discreetly used the reflection in the lenses to scan the area.
Among the participants behind her, she found the figure matching the one in the photo.
"Keep an eye on him for now. We'll talk about the rest once we get there."
"Hmph. You don't need to tell me that."
The proud, stunning woman snorted and ended the call. In the black market, Serica put away her communicator and looked at Fang Ran.
"Let's go."
He followed her as she picked up her pace, leaving the district from another direction this time. Before entering the elevator again, Fang Ran subconsciously turned back, his dark eyes widening.
From beneath the "night sky" above, he gave the underground district they had only briefly passed through, yet which had left such a deep impression on him, one last look.
He vaguely felt that seeing such a sight should hold some significance for him.
He just could not figure out what it was yet.
Back on the surface, they emerged from an even more remote abandoned building. The shift in space made it hard to believe that such a district truly existed underground.
Then, Fang Ran suddenly heard Il's voice in his earpiece, as though confirming that the black market really existed.
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