Morel pushed open the cabin door, but the moment one foot stepped out, he retreated back inside.
He looked Bai Zhu over from head to toe.
A newsboy cap pressed down his uncombed hair, his jacket was wrinkled into a mess, and his pant legs were even uneven in length. Standing among dockworkers, he was guaranteed not to draw a second glance.
But they were going to the Royal Family Foundation, the Ocean Engineering Company, or even Kakin's royal palace. This definitely would not do.
Morel slung his pipe back over his shoulder.
"You're planning to wear that to meet Unma's people?"
Bai Zhu lowered his head to inspect his clothes.
"What's wrong with it? It's low-key, dirt-resistant, and convenient for moving around. I can even hide things in the sleeves."
"And deliver takeout."
"Delivery worker is a respectable profession too."
"If the Foundation receptionist sees you, she'll tell you to leave the food container outside."
Piyu leaned over from the side and casually tugged at Bai Zhu's jacket.
"It's too big. Makes your shoulders look slumped. And what are you wearing underneath?"
"Pajamas."
"You didn't change?"
"Putting a jacket over them counts as changing."
Piyu let go and turned to Morel.
"He's beyond saving. Bury him."
"Hey, I'm still standing here."
Morel rubbed at the crease between his brows, one that seemed permanently stuck there.
"Piyu, is there any way to save this kid?"
"If Bai Zhu goes to see Unma's people dressed like this, even if he's holding a contract, they'll only say it's fake. Forget raising the price, holding them accountable, or making them hand over the cultivation records."
Bai Zhu leaned against the cabin door.
"Morel, don't make it sound so absolute!"
"Because if you go dressed like that, even underground channels will look down on