Gao Zhiming was undoubtedly terrified to see someone wearing a gray clown mask orbiting him. With the mop in his hands, he instinctively inched closer to Anna, feeling at ease only after catching a whiff of her pleasant, faint fragrance.0

The clown extended its right hand wearing a white glove and pointed at the frightened Gao Zhiming, seemingly seeking confirmation from Anna.0

"He is our very important key—a key to the place where the IMF doesn't exist," Anna remarked. She reached out with her index finger, coiling a lock of Gao Zhiming's hair around her finger.0

The clown nodded in understanding. It tipped its hat toward Gao Zhiming and stretched out its right hand in an attempt to express its goodwill to the latter.0

Faced with such a bizarre...0