Lin Yuer stood in front of his closet, staring at the single suit Xie Yunlan had insisted on buying him "for emergencies."
Apparently a gallery opening with the city's most notorious information broker counted as an emergency.
His phone buzzed. Wei Feng.
Wei Feng: [Gallery opening with Shen Rui?? Since when do assassins do "cultural enrichment"]
Lin Yuer: [Since apparently even ex-assassins need cover stories for normal social lives]
Wei Feng: [Fair. Is this a real thing or is it secretly a meeting about The Master again]
Lin Yuer: [Probably both, knowing Shen Rui]
Wei Feng: [Of course. Text me if things go sideways. I'll alert Kai Zhen]
Lin Yuer: [It's an art gallery, Wei Feng. Should be fine]
Wei Feng: [Your definition of "fine" and mine are very different these days lol. Be safe]
