Song Yanan took quite a while to come to her senses, stammering, "Impossible, there's no access, the elevator can't reach the ninety-ninth floor, how did that assassin get in?"
"As Snake Hero!"
Lin Mu smirked, took a cup of hot water, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Wisps of steam rose, leaving faint layers of white mist on the glass. A circular cut slowly revealed itself.
"A portable X-ray type plasma cutter from the United States, the cutting gap is very small. As long as you fix the glass when leaving, ordinary people won't notice the damage." He took a sip and said with a sordid grin, "Skillful, well-equipped, and wearing high-end perfume—could it be some rich and handsome guy you toyed with, both body and emotion, who couldn't help but come back for revenge?"
"Bah! With the time we have, can't you be serious for a bit!"
Song Yanan stomped her foot in annoyance and snatched her cup back.
