France, Paris.
Inside an ordinary apartment.
Ah Jiao stood by the window, looking out onto the street for quite a while before she turned to the unmasking Lao Hei and asked, "We weren't exposed, right?"
Lao Hei shook his head, "I don't think so. I circled around two blocks before coming back."
Ah Jiao sat down on the sofa, "How did it go?"
"I contacted an intelligence broker in the black market. They hadn't heard that person's name but promised to gather information quickly and told me to pick it up tomorrow," Lao Hei replied as he peeled off a fake moustache from the corner of his mouth.
Ah Jiao nodded, softly saying, "Alright, let's give it a shot. If this way doesn't work, we'll have to change direction and start with the Gwen Clan."
Ah Jie scratched his head, "This job isn't easy; our yellow skin makes us too conspicuous. Wherever we go, we draw attention."
