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"Black goes with everything," Fayan Luo said coldly. He repeated the same motion, his Combat Suit receding and giving way to an understated yet deadly black disguise.
The three landed without alerting anyone nearby. With a light tap of Xun Uchiha's fingertip, the small Aircraft compressed into a miniature spatial pocket in an instant too swift for the eye to follow, becoming an unremarkable metal chess piece. They straightened their clothes and walked toward the confrontation ahead.
Not far away, a man in black was loudly berating a woman beside him in an obscure, incomprehensible language. "Keji uwa, heli moga!"
The woman trembled, her flaxen hair covered in dust and plastered messily against her pallid cheeks. When she looked up and saw Xun Uchiha and his companions approaching, a desperate hope of survival flared in her eyes. "Help! Please save me!" she screamed.
But when her gaze swept over the two figures in black stealth outfits behind Xun Uchiha, a flicker of bewilderment crossed her terrified eyes. To her, they looked exactly like the thugs who had attacked her. Was Xun Uchiha their accomplice too?
The thugs opposite them froze as well. These people who had appeared out of nowhere wore outfits identical to theirs and held strange devices. Who the hell were they?
The lead thug's expression darkened. He abruptly raised his weapon, pointing its dark muzzle straight between Xun Uchiha's brows.
"Moha jila, xigu malijiaku..." A rapid string of alien speech or dialect spilled from the thug's mouth, his eyes vicious.
Xun Uchiha raised an eyebrow and turned toward Little Bird. "What did you hear?"
"Give it a moment." Little Bird's lips curved into a confident smile. "The Electronic Mirror has a built-in real-time translation module. It's decoding the sound frequencies."
Before she finished speaking, Xun Uchiha