"Snow, wearing someone else's mask must be exhausting. I'm tired just looking at you, kid. Take off her mask."
As Flynn Taylor's words fell, Snow felt a breeze behind her and in a panic, she swiftly struck backward with her palm.
She was fast, but the shadow was faster.
In the blink of an eye after ten exchanges, the shadow deftly grabbed and removed the faux appearance of the young woman, revealing Snow's own face beneath it.
Snow herself was an excellent agent with few failures in her life. However, in front of this shadow, she felt like an ant shaking a tree, an impression that chilled her to the core.
With a 'tch tch' sound, the shadow flicked the latex mask, tossing it precisely into the trash bin of the concubine's room.
"Master, what's the next step?" the shadow asked.
"Let her neither live nor die," Flynn Taylor said, emphasizing each word.
Meanwhile.
Phoenix Mountain.
The chaos of the tunnel construction site was evident amidst the mess.
