"Why hasn't Zak arrived yet? It's been half an hour."
In the bustling and luxurious casino, Wanli Sealed Blade, once again using disguise tools to change his appearance, sat in front of the pinball machine, muttering quietly,
holding a titanium alloy thermal mug with the style of a retired old cadre, sipping the fragrant tea along the rim.
"Uncle, what kind of tea are you drinking? It smells so good, can you pour me a cup?"
Yawei leaned in and asked curiously. The group had shared experiences of ups and downs in the previous gunfight game, discovering that the "hacker" wasn't like the outlaw they had imagined, but rather quite amiable.
"Kids can't drink this."
Wanli Sealed Blade glanced at her. One major advantage of being a veteran was having extravagant equipment. This thermal mug was a perfect quality item, capable of automatically producing plain water containing spiritual power,
