"Get the blueprints, leave immediately, and don't cause any trouble..."
......
"Dad, what's wrong with your face?!"
The spy returned home, covering the stinging and swollen half of his face, only to be noticed by his sharp-eyed child.
"Nothing... It's nothing," Inoue forced a smile uglier than a cry, pulling the child into his arms, "Dad... accidentally fell."
His gaze passed over the child's head, looking at the thin silhouette of his wife busying herself in the cramped kitchen, his eyes intensely struggling and flickering... ultimately, all complex emotions were completely swallowed by a cold determination, leaving only a stark indifference.
Haphazardly bandaging the strange, icy six-fingered handprint on his face, the spy changed his outfit and entered the bustling teahouse in South City as usual.
"Hey, Yu Er? What's happened to your face?" a familiar broker teased wryly.
