Chen Mu huddled motionless in a dark corner. Eyes slightly narrowed, he watched the woman with extreme care, not daring to relax for an instant. He maintained the vibration frequency of his spiral perception spring throughout; only that could ensure he remained undetected. He did not look down on his opponent because she was a woman. In fact, he did not even consider himself a Card Adept. Of course, by that he meant a Professional Card Adept. Regardless of how far his skills progressed, he had always felt that, as he was now, he lacked a Professional Card Adept's mental fortitude.
Huddled in the corner, Chen Mu silently watched her. He had to admit that the concealment techniques he had learned from the Devil Woman and refined under Wei'a's guidance were extremely practical. Even at such close range, she still had not discovered him.
But what was that little ball?
Chen Mu was puzzled. He did not understand why the woman had looked so ecstatic the moment she took out the little ball. Its red light kept flashing. Even from sixteen meters away, he could clearly see it vibrating.
Just what was it?
That red light looked somewhat familiar. Back at the Undercity base, Chen Mu had often seen similar red lights. Lights like those generally served as reminders or warnings.
But the age of the Undercity base was impossible to establish. In any case, it was something from the distant past. Who knew how much the conventions of that era had changed by the present day? Chen Mu could not be certain.
This revealed the difference between Chen Mu's mentality and that of a Professional Card Adept-or, rather, a true combatant. Had Wei'a been there, he would certainly have struck without hesitation, and the blow would have been fatal.