Having bought a few well-fitting outfits from a nearby shopping street, Xia Xiu stood before the apartment's full-length mirror, studying himself after his growth spurt: a little over 1.9 meters tall, with an upright frame, his handsome but slightly boyish face had finally matured fully.
Xia Xiu had not actually been short before. His height had been around 1.78 meters, but the implanted bone-strengthening organ had now made him grow a little taller.
Too bad I don't make a living off my looks. Xia Xiu rubbed his chin and sighed inwardly.
Fortunately, the Constantine trench coat had been oversized to begin with, so he could still keep wearing it.
After changing into clothes that fit, Xia Xiu also had to get to work.
The Amsterdam region still seemed calm for now. Apparently, the qualified ones did not want to cause too much of a stir.
That makes sense, though. Ambitious schemers secretly seizing power ought to keep their heads down and consolidate their forces first. They should all still be pretty short-handed right now. If I go over now, I might be able to infiltrate them very quickly.
Xia Xiu put on the [Pigeon Top Hat], then headed toward Amsterdam's urban area. Next came the first step of his turncoat plan: infiltrating the qualified ones' factions within the city.
Aalsmeer City Hall, Amsterdam urban area.
A group of people in municipal uniforms, with epaulettes bearing a cross notched at all four corners fastened to their right arms, stood on a raised platform at the upper end of the city hall. Their faces looked domineering as they gazed down at the civil servants below, who wore the same uniforms but no epaulettes.
The civil servants without epaulettes stood in orderly lines in the hall, bowing respectfully and fearfully to the