Li Xieqian, the Tall Thin Man's End

With the unconscious Symbiote, the clone's disguise became much more convenient.

After parting ways with Lin Feng, Shanhai's clone arrived at Gathering Star No. 4.

Although Lin Feng was stationed on Mars, he kept a constant eye on Shanhai's situation.

Gathering Star No. 4 was a small planet, roughly the same size as the Transit Star Lin Feng had visited before.

The only difference was that the trading market and several shops here were all run by members of the Black Robes Organization.

Although Lin Feng had previously clashed with the tall thin man, he still had to follow certain rules if he wanted to continue undercover.

"Brother Shanhai! Brother Shanhai!"

Shanhai was heading toward the mission hall when a Black Robes suddenly rushed out from a street corner.

He was a head shorter than the clone, and his voice carried a somewhat sleazy quality.

"Old Wong? What is it?" Shanhai did not stop walking.

He recognized the Black Robes.

During the last mission, this Black Robes had been one of his teammates.

Old Wong was not particularly strong, but he was a middleman who dealt in secondhand goods and had quite a few strange little props on hand.

"Brother Shanhai, I heard you beat that bitch Nacia to death?"

The Black Robes Shanhai called Old Wong bent at the waist and rubbed his hands together, grinning obsequiously.

That old hag Nacia had bullied Old Wong plenty during their mission.

The props used on missions were supposed to be split evenly among them.

Not only had Nacia refused to pay her share, she had even snatched some from Old Wong. It had made Old Wong grit his teeth in rage, but since he was weaker, he did not dare say much.

Shanhai raised an eyebrow.

"How did you know?"

"Quit