He walked into a secluded patch of woods in a park.
He confirmed that no one was around and there were no surveillance cameras.
Chen Lin willed it.
The ancient-looking bracelet on his wrist flickered faintly.
The Shape-Shifting Vajra Bracelet!
"Transform!"
A ripple like water spread across his body.
His bones crackled softly, and his facial muscles began to shift and rearrange themselves.
In the blink of an eye, the handsome, six-foot-one Chen Lin became an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, roughly five-foot-nine, with a brooding air.
He was so unremarkable that no one would give him a second glance in a crowd.
He checked his reflection in the side mirror of a car parked by the road and nodded in satisfaction.
Half an hour later, at the Three Gold Group headquarters.
Chen Lin-or rather, the ordinary-looking middle-aged man he now resembled-walked into the lavish ground-floor lobby with his hands in his pockets.
Ignoring reception, he headed straight for the president's private elevator.
"Sir, do you have an appointment?"
Two tall security guards immediately stepped forward, politely but warily blocking his path.
Chen Lin said nothing.
On his shoulder, Clear Wind slowly opened their eyes.
An eerie, deep-blue gleam flashed through those obsidian-like feline eyes.
Both guards froze instantly, their gazes turning vacant and hollow.
"Where is Li Jitian?" Chen Lin's voice was flat, yet it seemed to brand itself directly onto their souls.
"The chairman... didn't come to the office today," one guard answered mechanically.
Chen Lin frowned slightly.
Using the same trick, he placed another three or four people under an illusion, but they all gave him the same information.
Li Jitian had never shown up today.
Still, his efforts weren't entirely fruitless.
One heavily made-up female employee was among Li Jitian's kept mistresses.
Chen Lin easily got the address