"Go on in. The Mage and I will wait outside. We won't be joining you."
Su Ming's group emerged from the Teleportation Portal onto the lawn in the backyard of a government building. It was open to the public during the day, but security was still quite tight at night.
Steve glanced at the two of them. Monark straightened his suit and brushed the sand off it, showing no objection to the arrangement.
As a Mage, it was inconvenient for him to have too much contact with the mundane world.
"Peggy, let's go."
With that, he took the lead in pushing open the back door of the white-painted villa. It quickly caused a commotion, and Su Ming noticed that the lights throughout the house soon came on.
Their affairs could not be explained clearly in a short time, so Su Ming simply found a lounge chair in a corner of the garden and reclined against it.
It was not as though no bodyguards were patrolling nearby, but before they could make a sound, Strangle, spread across the ground like a Spider Web, had already dealt with them.
"Come on, Monark. Sit down and rest for a while. Bureaucratic procedures have always been the biggest waste of time."
Su Ming took a bottle of liquor from his belt pouch and placed it on the small white wooden table beside him. The lawn carried a distinctive chill at night.
The lower half of the Icon Armor's mask slowly seeped into his skin, exposing his mouth. He took a relaxed sip of liquor, then pulled out another fresh bottle for Monark.
Monark was nowhere near as relaxed as he was. They had just found the emblem of the Sorcerer Assault Team, and now another head of Hydra had emerged. The pressure on him