Outside the door...

At first, everyone could hear the sound of fighting, but it quickly disappeared.

Feng Yue and Qi Feng could not be bothered to eavesdrop anymore. They went back to their rooms to rest.

However, Zhong Ling was still worried. She guarded the door and pressed her ear against the soundproof wall. She lowered her head and calculated the time. More than half an hour had passed.

Afraid that Wu Mei would be in danger, she wanted to bang on the door and barge in. Just as she was about to do a run-up, she heard the door open...

Wu Mei looked at her strange posture and asked, "What were you planning to do?"

"Are you alright?!" Zhong Ling tugged on her arm and furtively sized Li Nanchen up. However, she realized that something was amiss..

Li Nanchen and Wu Mei's clothes were tattered to varying degrees. Their faces were flushed red and Li Nanchen's lips were slightly swollen. Zhong Ling pointed at them and probed, "The two of you are inside..."

"Discussing our battle plan."

Wu Mei explained in an unnatural voice, "President Li was bitten by a mosquito."

Zhong Ling nodded skeptically and leaned out to look at the dish fragments scattered all over the room.

Wu Mei covered Zhong Ling's mouth and forced Zhong Ling to follow her back to their room at the end of the corridor. Without any persuasiveness, she explained, "When we were catching mosquitoes, we accidentally moved around too much, that's why... Don't misunderstand."

"?"

Zhong Ling turned to look at Li Nanchen who was standing at the door of the private room. He was staring affectionately and worriedly at Wu Mei's back.

This... How many mosquitoes must there have been for the two of them, who had strong combat abilities, to "move around" till they reached this state?

However, since Wu Mei did not want to talk about it, Zhong Ling was sensible enough not to ask further. She returned to the room and washed up.

In the living room, Wu Mei turned on her computer and skillfully typed out a code. This undercover mission was extremely dangerous. She had to erase all traces...

...

The next day, Wu Mei changed into a set of light and simple clothes. She tied her hair up in a ponytail and carried her backpack. Based on the map in her memories, she walked till she reached the door of a seemingly dilapidated bar.

The scene in the red-light district was very decadent. Intoxicated drinkers vomited while holding onto the street lamp. Women in revealing clothes dragged men into their rooms to spend the night together...

This was a grey area.

No one would have thought that this would be the Ministry of Defense's secret base with informants who specialized in providing information and help to Special Agents.

Wu Mei patted the security guard who was reading the newspaper and said, "Tell the boss that a relative from his hometown has come to seek refuge."

"?"

The security guard looked up at her and frowned. He said a few words into his walkie talkie before getting up and saying, "Come with me."

In the alley filled with rats, the security guard stole a glance at Wu Mei. He saw that she did not have any fear or disgust. Instead, she looked as if she was at home.

When they arrived at the bar counter, a man with a scar on his left cheek asked while holding a wine glass that did not match his demeanor, "From my hometown? Which family are you from?"

"Asking so many questions..." Wu Mei took out the Ministry of Defense Special Agent badge and slammed it on the table.

The scar-faced man picked it up and looked at it under the light and saw the hidden watermark. After confirming her identity, he asked, "What information do you need?"

This was a first-class secret base of the Ministry of Defense. To keep it a secret, all the informants would just confirm the other party's identity and would never ask them for specific information or information about the mission.

This suited Wu Mei's needs very well.

Moreover, she and the bar owner could be considered old friends who had worked together many times...

However, that was when she was M.

Wu Mei sat down and ordered a Bloody Mary from the bartender at the bar. She said calmly, "I have to find a way to sneak into the Royal Clubhouse. Do you have a solution?"

"I do."

The scar-faced man glanced at her before snapping his fingers to call his subordinate over. He whispered something in his subordinate's ear.

During the short wait, Wu Mei propped her hand on the bar counter and turned back to watch bodies entangling on the dance floor and venting their desires. Her eyes were cold, but the corners of her lips curled up.

The scar-faced man found her somewhat familiar, but he was certain that he had never seen Wu Mei before!

"What?" Wu Mei felt his gaze on her and languidly turned her head to ask.

The scar-faced man shook his head and chuckled self-deprecatingly. He said, "I just thought of an old friend, but she... won't come here again."

"Oh? Who knows? The world is huge. If you're fated, you'll meet sooner or later." Seeing how he seemed to feel sorry for M, Wu Mei said meaningfully.

Soon, a subordinate came over with a beautiful woman. She was respectful towards the scar-faced man and sized Wu Mei up .

"Put her among the women who will be sent to the Royal Clubhouse tomorrow. Make sure she is delivered safely," the scar-faced man instructed. The woman nodded.

Wu Mei followed the woman to change her clothes and find out more about the Royal Clubhouse. As she got up, she heard the scar-faced man say to her, "Good luck."

"I will have that."

Wu Mei hid the folding knife in her boot and smiled.