Chapter 985: Chapter 758: This Time It’s in the Bag
Thus, White Hair, like a normal tourist, naturally walked into the restroom of the Space Port.
Of course, he followed behind the golden beard burly man.
As the other swayed his body about to enter a single stall, White Hair quickly lifted his right foot, flashed his hand at the cuff of his pants, and then gently flicked towards the burly man’s back.
The sound collecting function was merely blocked by him
After the person entered, the door locked with a click.
White Hair waited a few seconds, then went up and knocked on the door.
“Occupied! Number two!”
An impatient voice came from inside.
The voice was particularly bold and powerful!
White Hair contentedly apologized, then took out his Sky Communication and tapped a few times on the advanced electronic restroom door. He merely set the door to open in ten minutes.
Whereupon, White Hair leisurely walked into the most corner stall…
According to the 3D map, there was a ventilation duct at the top of this stall that could hide a person.
He casually tossed out a mechanical pathfinder mouse, and a few seconds later, White Hair satisfiedly crawled in.
With a physical proficiency level over 17 specializing in mechanics and electronics, White Hair was at that moment the epitome of the king of agents.
…
Time passed second by second.
By about the fifth minute, the undercover tracker was getting somewhat restless.
Because the mechanical ant made no sound whatsoever, although the coordinates showed that the other party was hiding in this restroom and had not moved.
This situation seemed a bit off…
Thus, the tracker, disguised as a middle-aged business person, picked up a Sky Communication pretending to be on a call and walked into the restroom.
However, what he didn’t know was that once he entered, the external display on the restroom door showed:
[System malfunction, under repair…]
The golden beard burly man, who was happily reading the latest special magazine, suddenly twitched his ear.
Knock knock knock.
The burly man frowned, impatiently saying, “No one!”
The tracker outside, who had initially knocked tentatively, had a sharp look in his eyes; this voice seemed a bit rough.
Could it be a ploy?
Knock knock knock!
So he knocked again, heavily pounding the door.
This made the golden beard burly man furious.
“Knock one more time, and I’ll crush your balls.”
Boom!
The middle-aged man kicked the door, but it didn’t budge an inch.
The burly man immediately pulled up his pants, ready to open the door for a fight.
As he pulled, he found the door locked.
“Screwing me over? Who are you!”
This statement directly led the tracker to misunderstand.
So the tracker backed up a few steps, suddenly charged, and kicked forcefully.
With a crash, the not-so-sturdy restroom door was kicked open, frame and all.
The golden beard lad, who was tying his belt, had his face smashed by the door, his brain flashing with stars and a thousand questions.
Then the middle-aged man yanked the door open…
Seeing the bruised-faced golden beard burly man, the contorted, fierce face.
“Itchy butt, huh?” The enraged burly man said with an unusually icy voice.
“Sorry.”
The middle-aged man glanced straight at him, realizing he had chased the wrong person.
So he promptly apologized, quickly ran outside.
He didn’t have time to linger here!
But the golden beard burly man couldn’t stand it, he was squatting there quite well, his face all bruised, and with just a sorry, the other wanted to run?
In a rage, the burly man exploded with tremendous power, kicking the stall door away and roaring as he charged out.
But after a few steps, he saw the middle-aged businessman with a pained expression standing at the restroom entrance.
This door… why is it locked?
“Dare to insult Shahru like this, I’ll shove your head into the toilet and strip you down to a meat pig!”
The berserk golden beard burly man charged over with a slap.
The middle-aged businessman, with a tangled look, also felt a nameless fury rising inside and turned to face the burly man.
“Courting death.”
He pulled out a small, exquisite pistol from his pocket and fired at the T-Rex-like charging burly man.
ZZZaaa~
A fierce blue electric current burst forth.
With a perfect beard style, the burly man rolled his eyes, quiveringly said…
“So satisfying…”
Thud, collapsed on the ground.
The tracker noticed from the corner of his eye that the other side hadn’t even properly fastened his belt.
“What the hell, where’s that kid?”
He tightened his tie, irritably saying.
The darn electronic door even showed a malfunction prompt, truly all the crappy things converge together, making him very displeased.
He glanced at the side, at the golden beard burly man who fainted with a satisfied face, and gave a hard kick to vent inner dissatisfaction.
Where?
Had he been outwitted?
A quick effort to calm down, the tracker disguised as a businessman began pondering the changes during this time, he was sure the other hadn’t left this restroom.
If that’s the case, then where would he be, clearly he saw here all the stall doors were open.
In deep thought, suddenly a howl pierced through, enough to rupture eardrums.
“Hasa-give!”
With a long trailing tone, gracefully rushing in, when the tracker looked up sharply.
A black leather shoe appeared larger in his field of view, then…
“Ikku!”
Pu~
The tracker only felt his stomach instantly churned, all the food he had on the cruise gushed out unstintingly at that moment.
Spurted out all the way and fainted… with a satisfied face.
“So gross.”
White Hair shivered, instantly backtracked five meters like having a spring stapled underfoot, successfully avoiding those biochemical weapons.
Then pinching his nose, detoured to the person’s side, looked down at the other’s extremely unbecoming face.
“Can’t, another second looking at you and I might puke.”
White Hair covered his mouth turning away, promptly lifted the tracker tossing him onto the golden beard burly man, the two…
Harmoniously lay together.
Glancing at the watch, White Hair adjusted his bowtie, “Still in time, bye fellows.”
Then he splashed some water, plastered his hair together, shouted a panicked expression into the mirror…
“Ah, a fight! It’s too bloody.”
The restroom door suddenly opened itself, and White Hair ran out with a face of panic.
The tourists outside hadn’t reacted yet, just saw a figure whiz past.
Out of the corner of White Hair’s eye, he saw a muscular man with a Mohawk hairstyle, after hearing his outcry face filled with worry, rushed into the restroom immediately.
They brushed past each other.
[This time it’s solid.]
White Hair said calmly to himself.
In mere seconds an angry bear-like roar emanated from behind, followed by the onlookers’ exclamations, and a shrill wail.
…
“Breaking news, malicious injury incident occurred at Satellite Space Port No. 93, reportedly Mr. Qida discovered his lover, uh also a male, engaging in some unspeakable act with another gentleman in the restroom, so enraged, Mr. Qida brutally disciplined that male, as for the disciplinary method, due to being inappropriate for children, this station won’t report further…”
When An Ran was seated in another cruise liner’s business cabin, White Hair restored his cold aloof pretentious look.
Listening to the radio broadcast, White Hair was exceedingly pleased, snapped his fingers at the tall beauty server over there.
The legs, wrapped in stockings, moved to his side with crossed movements, a gentle voice rang out:
“Sir, hello, may I help you?”
“I’m a bit warm.”
White Hair looked straight at her neckline, saying earnestly.