She wore a silver engraved mask with dark patterns, distinct from everyone else's. Her wavy hair was tied into a ponytail, gathered behind her head. Even dressed entirely in black, her alluring and graceful figure couldn't be concealed.
Those captivating, enchanting eyes glanced out from behind the mask. The moment their gazes met, they sparkled with faint amusement.
Zimei!
Ye Cheng's heart abruptly tightened.
It was his first time seeing Zimei dressed in tactical gear, so valiant and composed, a figure of striking charisma that her mask couldn't suppress.
He was completely stunned.
His brain almost stopped working, but the nearby A Cheng didn't notice and quickly pulled him to rush away.
Yamamoto Yu hadn't brought many people, just over a dozen men in black.
Once the masked figures entered, those men lost their edge and were quickly defeated. In no time, only five or six retreated in front of Yamamoto Yu, shielding their boss.
