Area No. 4, a secluded, upscale Mahjong Parlor.
The private room felt a little stuffy, with only the clacking of mahjong tiles breaking the silence.
Qin Yingguang and Han Huizhi sat opposite each other at the square table. On either side of them sat two figures wrapped in voluminous black-robed disguise items, their faces completely hidden.
"Green dragon."
Qin Yingguang slapped a tile onto the table, his brows tightly furrowed. He could no longer suppress the impatience in his eyes.
He stared at the two people bundled up like dumplings and snorted. "Look, you two. If we're sitting at the same table playing mahjong, isn't it a little pointless to keep hiding your faces?"
"West wind. What are you getting at, Commander Qin?"
"Good faith."
The black robe on the left shifted slightly. "Commander Qin, Commander Han. I left my safe house in Zone 1 and personally crossed zones to meet you here. Isn't that enough of a show of good faith?"
The figure on the right spoke immediately afterward, the voice sounding somewhat unnatural through a voice changer. "My circumstances are special. This face is my last trump card, and the reason I've survived this long. Until we succeed, I cannot remove my mask. Sitting here and speaking face-to-face is already as far as I can go."
"You claim to be Ander and Royt, but with you hiding your faces like this, how am I supposed to believe you? What if you're just a pair of scapegoats sent from who knows where? Wouldn't that make Commander Han and me a laughingstock?"
"Didn't you already test us with the Lie Detector?"
"I still trust my own eyes more than the Lie Detector."
Clack. With a soft sound, Han Huizhi placed the white dragon tile he had drawn facedown on the