Night fell quietly. Scattered lights dotted the Dazzling Tang Sect's technology campus on the outskirts of Mingdu, while several silver-gray buildings glimmered coldly beneath the moonlight.
Yin Hongye walked at the front, a wireless earpiece hanging from one ear. His steps were brisk, as though he did this all the time.
Behind him came Qian Renxue, Na'er, and Yuanen Yehui, walking in single file. It was hardly an imposing procession, yet it somehow felt strangely out of place.
Yin Hongye tilted his head and glanced at Qian Renxue, casually reminding her, "Remember, if anyone asks who you are, say you're Mingfeng Douluo Yan Shaozhe."
Qian Renxue's mouth twitched. Never mind whether Yan Shaozhe was male or female—she did not even know anything about him. How was she supposed to impersonate him?
"If that doesn't work, call yourself Ye Xishui," Yin Hongye added. "You both have Light Phoenix Martial Souls anyway."
"...What difference does that make?" Qian Renxue finally could not hold it in any longer.
"One's a man and one's a woman. Not much difference."
Qian Renxue fell silent for two seconds, then took a deep breath. "Fine. What about masks? Disguises? At least wear a mask, right? We're just going in there openly to steal?"
"Relax. Hong Chen already cut all the surveillance," Yin Hongye said without looking back. "As for anyone who sees us—"
"Just beat amnesia into them."
"Besides, this isn't theft. This is robbing the rich to help the poor."
"There's no one poorer than me in the Federation."
"Exactly, exactly. We're merely movers of wealth," Mu Hongchen's voice rang out from the earpiece.
"I think the way you two see the world is completely different from normal people's." Although Qian Renxue found the wireless earpiece amazing, Yin Hongye and Mu Hongchen were truly something else.