Mo Si had accompanied Xiao Qimo to Hong City before and had seen Qimo wear clothes made of a similar material.
The fabric felt distinct from ordinary cloth, much like the one he was holding in his hands now.
But Qimo's outfit was a disguise provided by the IEG, and even though Mo Si wasn't one of them, he knew how rare such disguise suits were.
This should just be an ordinary piece of clothing though...
Unless he could find a mask with the pattern of Tarot Cards.
Mo Si knew that going through someone else's backpack wasn't right, but his burning curiosity emboldened him to slowly reach into the depths of the backpack.
Just at that moment, darkness fell over his head.
A towel fluttered down, landing precisely on top of his head.
Mo Si quickly withdrew his meddling hands and, removing the towel, saw Lu Mian's clear and piercing eyes staring at him.
Mo Si panicked and instantly felt guilty.
"Miss Lu, I-I didn't mean to..."
