Room 9 of Borderrunners, seven o’clock in the morning.0

Qing Ling remained on her side. She had slept through the night without even turning slightly.0

While Room 9 had good sound insulation, it was still inside the tabletop game cafe, and late at night, the ruckus players made in excitement or other reasons could be heard. Still, Qing Ling hadn’t been woken up. With Gao Yang guarding her, her subconscious stayed relaxed and filtered the background noises out.0

Thus, Qing Ling didn’t wake up until day broke.0

Clack.0

The door opened.0

Qing Ling’s eyes fluttered open, and she curled her fingers subconsciously, lifting three Black Gold darts into the air, ready to be launched toward the door.0

“It’s me,” Amon hurriedly...0