Chen Lin gathered his thoughts, his gaze sharpening like a blade once more. Following the address in the file, he drove to the underground parking garage of a large shopping mall five hundred meters from Ma Weiguo's home.
He parked in a corner. After making sure no one was nearby and the security cameras could not cover this blind spot, he opened the door and stepped out.
The night was his best disguise.
An almost imperceptible glimmer flashed across the Shape-Shifting Vajra Bracelet on his wrist. The next instant, a sustained series of faint cracks ran through every bone in his body.
His tall frame shrank slightly, his broad shoulders narrowed, and the muscles of his face shifted as though an invisible hand were kneading them into a new shape. His striking features quickly became unremarkable, his high nose bridge flattened, and even his sunny confidence gave way to an ordinary air tinged with gloom.
Within seconds, he had completely transformed into a slim, plain-looking man of about thirty, the sort who would vanish into a crowd.
He took a cheap casual outfit he had prepared from his Storage Ring and changed into it, then put his Bentley keys and phone into the ring as well.
Only then did he slip his hands into his pockets and stroll out of the garage like an ordinary worker heading home. He merged into the nighttime crowd and made his way toward Ma Weiguo's address.
A little over ten minutes later, he stood beneath a six-story residential building that showed its age.
The stairwell was dimly lit, its walls plastered with little ads for locksmiths and drain cleaners. The air carried the distinctive smell of an old building, a mixture of cooking grease and mildew.
Ma Weiguo normally lived somewhere like this?
*Well,