He had made no attempt to disguise his voice when he said those words.
To Song Ning, they struck like a thunderclap.
She whipped her head around and fixed her eyes on the man's face.
The face was completely unfamiliar.
But those eyes, and the challenge and arrogance in them, were unmistakable.
She looked down at her hands. She could not tell whether something had been smeared on them or slipped over them... they were dry, yellowed, and mottled with spots.
A patched, coarse cotton-padded jacket had also been pulled over her.
She took a deep breath and, with some effort, raised a hand to touch her face. The skin was dry and wrinkled.
This was not her skin.
The sensation beneath her fingers made it clear that something covered her face.
Although she could not see it, she knew her appearance must have been altered.
Just like the unfamiliar face of the middle-aged man before her.
It clearly had Zhou Yuanhang's contours, yet the skin was now rough and dark, with fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
The K organization had dealt with Ghost for a long time. If they could get their hands on advanced weapons, obtaining silicone masks and other disguises would be child's play.
They had come prepared.
Footsteps sounded outside the door, and several comrades in military uniform hurried in.
The man leading them was someone she knew: Zhang Ming.
Zhang Ming raised his hand and saluted Zhou Yuanhang.
"Comrade Ma, you gave us that tip just in time! We found their hideout without a hitch and seized quite a few weapons!"
"It was only right! Only right! We just happened to see them!" Zhou Yuanhang played his part perfectly, his voice carrying just the right amount of pleasure and humility.
"Don't worry!