Thus, White Hair walked naturally into the Space Port restroom like any ordinary tourist.
Of course, behind that burly man with the golden beard.
Just as the man swayed his hips and was about to enter a private stall, White Hair swiftly lifted his right foot, his hand brushing past his pant leg before he lightly flicked something toward the burly man's back.
That one whose sound-recording function he had merely disabled
After the man entered and the restroom door clicked shut behind him.
White Hair waited a few seconds before stepping up and knocking on the door twice.
"Occupied! Taking a dump!"
An impatient voice came from inside.
That voice was unusually deep and heroic!
White Hair said sorry with satisfaction. Then, after pulling out his Sky Communicator and tapping the high-end electronic restroom door a few times, he simply set the door to unlock ten minutes later.
Afterward, White Hair leisurely entered the stall in the farthest corner...
On the 3D map, there was an air vent at the top of that stall that could hide a person.
He casually tossed out a Mechanical Pathfinder Mouse. Several seconds later, White Hair crawled inside with satisfaction.
With a constitution level above 17 and mastery over machinery and electronics, White Hair was the very embodiment of a king of agents at that moment.
Time passed second by second.
Around the fifth minute, the tracker observing in secret began to grow restless.
The mechanical ant had not transmitted any sound. Although the coordinates showed that the target was hiding in this restroom and had not moved.
Something was off...
Thus, the tracker, disguised as a middle-aged businessman, picked up a Sky Communicator and entered the restroom while pretending to be on a call.
However, what he did not know was